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idk if you only write the cubs but I love your writing so much and would love to read some rookie Sirius and Dumo hurt comfort OR some Sirius and Hope Lupin hurt comfort. I feel like all the family time around holidays would be tough for him at first but then he find out he’s so loved ya know😩 thanks babes keep up the great content!!!

This is the SECOND ask for hurt/comfort Sirius and Hope Lupin. I wasn't planning on writing Coops or Sirius/Remus as main characters, but I am a SUCKER for a found family story. It warms my heart. PLUS, this one features the Black Brothers!

Thank you for the kind words, friend! Keep the prompts coming!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Sirius, Regulus, could you come here for a second?”

Sirius looked up from where he was sat in the Lupin’s living room, on the couch with a cup of coffee and a photo album Hope had handed him. Remus, Julian, and Lyall had gone to get the family Christmas tree- something Julian had been very excited about- leaving himself and Regulus alone in the house with Remus’ mom. She was standing in the arched walkway that lead to the kitchen, and was glancing expectantly at the both of him. Regulus bookmarked his page and gingery set the novel down.

“Yeah, Mrs. Lupin?” he asked.

She waved her hand at him. “I told you to stop calling me that, honey. Hope is fine.” She jerked her head. “This way, come on. I need to watch my cakes, so may you please both come to the kitchen?”

It was still weird for the both of them, Sirius thought, to be asked to do things instead of told to do them. Sometimes there was that element, in the way Hope had firmly told Remus and Julian to shovel the snow that morning, but always with a layer of humor and love behind it. They always had a choice in everything, and Hope would never make them do things they never truly were comfortable doing. Remus and Julian were definitely capable, and even liked, shoveling snow- they’d just been a bit lazy and had protested doing it. But Hope had just raised her eyebrows at them, and sure enough, forty-five minutes later they had returned jostling one another, Julian stuffing a massive snowball down Remus’ back. Sirius had watched Regulus’ eyes follow them and was sure the same look was plastered on his own face; laughter had never really been all that common in their household.

They both stood and followed Hope into the kitchen, where she was monitoring what looked like some ginger cakes for the town Christmas dinner food drive she was donating to later that evening. She peeked into the oven, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned to them with a smile on her face. “Now,” she said. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Quoi?” Sirius asked. He and Regulus wore matching confused expressions. “You do?”

“Mmhm,” she said, as though it was obvious. She pointed to two boxes on the counter. Their names were written on little tags in cursive on the top. “Those are for you, dears.”

“Oh,” Regulus said. He looked a little out of place. “Thank you.”

“Go on, open them, I’m excited.”

Tentatively, they both reached for their respective boxes and lifted the lids. Inside each of them was a round wooden ornament with a red ribbon running through the top. And engraved in the otherwise flat surface was-

“The Leo constellation?”

“Canis Major?”

Regulus and Sirius both looked at each other simultaneously, realization dawning, and then at Hope.

“Oh,” Sirius said. “That’s us.”

“You’re right, sweetheart,” Hope answered gently. She leaned onto the counter on her forearms. “Every year, Re and Jules get a new ornament to decorate the Christmas tree with, and there’s a theme every year. I got you each one of those kind this year, too, but I figured you needed some to start with. Re and Jules each got ones carved with their birth flower when they were born, and I thought- well, I thought that your constellations would fit you. The brightest star in the sky, and the heart of the Lion, yes?”

“Yeah,” Regulus said. His voice was soft and his face red, but he looked Hope right in the eye. “Thank you. Thank you.” 

And in a fashion very unlike himself, he walked around the counter and straight into Hope’s arms. 

“Oh,” Hope laughed, surprised, but she squeezed him tightly back. “Oh, you’re welcome, honey. You’re so welcome.” 

Sirius watched his brother, his not-so-baby brother, fold himself, perhaps for the first time, in a loving mother’s embrace, and he wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Regulus, to hug Hope, to hug Lyall and Julian and Remus. He wanted to be a part of this family forever, wanted to take Reg with him. When Hope and Regulus parted, he didn’t know what he must have looked like, but when Hope came around the counter all he could do was fall into her arms. He was much taller and weighed more, but she somehow made him feel tiny and precious in her embrace. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, this means so much. You have no idea.”

“No, I don’t,” she replied, frank as always. “But I hope you never will have to have any idea ever again.”

Sirius squeezed her tight and caught his brother’s eye over her shoulder. Regulus nodded, a small, tiny thing, and he knew: this was what a forever home felt like. 

i needdddd more teacher finn!!!! like him talking to his students about his hockey husbands 🫠🫠

Happy V-Day to all who celebrate! Have some Fish-reflections on young love while he falls in love more and more each day. :)

Love your prompts, keep them coming! I've got almost all of them written. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay,” Finn said with a sigh. He fell back into his chair and looked at his students. “Time's up. Pencils down.”

There was a light clatter as they all dropped their writing implements, a few rubbing their foreheads against the inevitable headache. Finn smiled at them and clapped his hands once.

“Well done. I'll give you an MCQ packet for the break, and don't forget your Pride and Prejudice essays that are due the week we get back, on the Friday. I want your drafts by the Monday, please, for feedback.” He stood. “This AP test doesn't know what's coming.”

There was a light chatter as they all stood up to hand in their practice FRQ exams and took the packet Finn handed them. They looked tired and worn out, but they were ready. They always were- Finn made sure of it. 

“What did you think?” one of his students, Robbie, asked his classmate, Marianne.

She looked at him over her round glasses. They suited her. “We can't talk about it, you know that, Robert.”

Finn hid his smile behind a packet. She never called him by his nickname. He heard Robbie sigh and looked up to find him watching her longingly as she and her bouncy curls left the room with her friend, Claire, throwing a thank you! over their shoulders. Robbie sighed again and turned towards his backpack, catching Finn’s eye. He blushed. Finn raised his eyebrows at him.

“You okay there, Robbie?”

He nodded, but his smile was forced. “Yeah. Got a basketball tournament over break down in South Carolina. Pretty excited.”

“Well,” Finn said, standing to approach him at his desk. “You’re doing really well. You're still on track to be top of your class.”

Robbie shook his head. “I don't think so. Marianne has a higher GPA. Her entire life is academics, and the school newspaper, and the cello.” He counted each one off on his fingers. “I might get salutatorian, though.”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek in amusement. “Well, she's an honorable competitor to lose to.”

Robbie let out a wistful, airy chuckle. “Yeah. She is.” He paused and looked at Finn quizzically. “Mr. O’Hara, I have a question.”

Finn tried to hide his surprise. “Shoot.”

Robbie was chewing his lip nervously. “Did people ever,” he started. “I don't know, not take your academic achievements seriously, just because you were good at sports?”

Finn tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Robbie huffed. “It's just- sometimes people ask me why I even bother with school, you know? When I've got a scholarship to play basketball in college and everything. Especially stuff like English. They don't understand.”

“Well,” Finn said, resting his hands on the desk. “You can always just enjoy school. That's not their business. My teammates teased me all the time, but I found a purpose in retirement outside of hockey, you know?” He glanced at the shelf of books he kept at the back of the room. He let students check them out, and they were filled with his own annotations. Some of them even had Leo’s, from all the times he'd read and reread Finn’s books from college. Finn smiled. “And even if I hadn't made it to the NHL, academics gave me something else that I would've been happy doing.”

Robbie’s eyebrows shot up. “You would've still been an English teacher?”

Finn nodded, smiling widely. “Oh, I absolutely would've. But I'm grateful I played hockey. Met my husbands.”

Robbie considered this for a moment. “And do you think that you and your husbands would've still gotten together, even if you hadn't played hockey?” At Finn’s silence, Robbie’s eyes widened. He spoke nervously. “I'm really sorry, you're not supposed to ask a teacher that.”

Finn laughed. “No, it's okay.” He thought for a moment. In his head he could imagine him and Leo running into one another in a bookstore, both reaching for the same trashy romance novels they read when they were really tired. “They definitely would have. Leo loves to read as much as I do, we would've gotten along really well. And Logan…” He paused again. He could picture Logan’s green eyes and smile so vividly. “Well, he'd be hard to get rid of in any lifetime. He's pretty stubborn. And he likes to be read to.” 

Robbie chuckled, shouldering his backpack. “Well, he fights on the ice like he's stubborn, so I'm not surprised.”

Finn grinned, then blinked hard, eyes going to his watch. “Speaking off, I've got to get going soon. Gotta catch my husbands before warm-ups tonight.” He clapped Robbie on the shoulder. “Have a good break, bud.”

Robbie smiled. “You, too, Mr. O'Hara.”

Finn watched him walk out of the room. Just as he stepped through the doorway, Marianne approached him. She was rubbing her arm nervously and talking a mile a minute. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide, but Robbie’s smile was so big that it seemed to relax her shoulders slightly. She swung her backpack around onto one arm, reaching inside to pull out Pride and Prejudice, sticky notes sticking out of the top. Marianne pointed to something on the page and continued talking. It was obvious that she wanted Robbie to follow along, but all he could do was stare at her, a small smile on his face. When she realized this, she paused, blushing, and fidgeted with the corners of the pages nervously. Robbie said something gently and gestured towards the library, which was at the end of the hall and open until late in the afternoon. Marianne nodded and they walked off together. Finn smiled at their retreating forms.

“Mr. O'Hara?”

Finn jumped slightly. He turned to find another student, Daniel, standing by Finn’s desk nervously. Finn eased his shoulders and smiled. “Hey, man. What's up?”

Daniel blushed. “I was wondering if I could get an extension on the essay,” he said, his Austrian accent thick with nerves.

Finn tilted his head. “Daniel, I can only do that so much for you. You're taking an AP class.”

His face flushed even more. “I know, it's just- the English is harder than what I was expecting. I'm struggling to analyze it.”

Finn sighed. He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against his desk. “Tell you what. I have an idea, okay? And if it doesn't work, I'll give you an extension, but I want you to try. The exam is in three weeks.”

Daniel nodded eagerly. “Okay.”

Finn reached for a photo frame on his desk. It was of him and Logan and Leo on the Harvard campus at sunset. They'd gone for a visit to see a football game and to go to the library, where Finn had led them both to a dark corner and kissed them breathless. Finn smiled at the memory. He turned the frame for Daniel to see. 

“My husband, Logan. The shorter one,” he said. “He's from Quebec, so English is his second language.” He looked up to find Daniel staring hard at the photo. “I used to read to him in college to help him understand the hard texts. He found it easier, sometimes, to hear the words and talk about them with someone.”

Daniel nodded. “That's nice.” He looked at Finn. “But what do I do?”

Finn smiled at him. “What if you got Jesse to read to you? He's doing great in AP Lang, and he's an incredible writer. He took my class last year when he was a junior.”

Daniel blushed even harder, stark against his golden hair. Finn had suspected for a long time that he and Jesse liked each other, even if they didn't know it. When Daniel had moved their sophomore year from Austria, Jesse had taken right to him, inviting him to join the tennis team and always being an ear to listen, even when Daniel struggled to find the words. Finn felt his heart ache a little for them. He wanted to give them a push in the right direction, but he more than anyone knew that these things took time. So he settled for looking at Daniel's unsure face over his glasses. 

“I think you should try it, Daniel. He's a good friend, he'd be happy to help. He can read you passages, talk them out with you, read your essay back to you.”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, he's a good friend.” He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, taking one last look at the photo in Finn's hands. “Thank you, Mr. O'Hara. I will try it, and let you know if I still need an extension.”

Finn grinned widely. “Sounds good.” He jerked his head towards the door. “Now get outta here. I gotta go watch my husbands play some stick and puck.”

Daniel nodded with a shy smile, saying a quiet goodbye before walking out of the room in that slightly nervous way he always did. Finn laughed softly. It seemed like years ago he watched Logan carry himself the same way, guarded against a language he wasn't totally confident in. Not anymore, though. Now he could take Finn and Leo apart in two languages, whispered in their ear in the early morning or gasped in their bedroom late at night. Or both. Even watching him yell on the ice got Finn all toasty. 

Finn sighed wistfully, taking another look at the picture in his hands. He turned, placing it in its rightful place on his desk alongside all the others. There were loads of pictures spread all around his desk area, even hung up on the wall behind him. Some were of him and his Lions or Harvard teammates, some with his family. Most, however, were of him and Finn and Leo, or some combination thereof, all wrapped up in one another and smiling in every frame. Finn hadn't known that delirious happiness could be so long lasting, but he was now falling more in love each and every day and living a more blissful life than he could have imagined. True happiness, he supposed, was one of those feelings that was almost unshakeable. 

Finn checked his watch one more time and hissed through his teeth. He grabbed the grading he'd need to do over the weekend and his bag, rushing to lock his classroom door and jog down the stairs. He waved to the secretary, Mx. Tulane, on the way out and searched frantically for his keys. Logan would've laughed at him, and Leo would've gently scolded him for never putting them in the same place, and all Finn could think about was blue eyes and dark brown hair and the greatest love he'd ever known. He was desperate for some good luck kisses.

An hour later saw him slightly out of breath and flashing his pass to the stadium security guards, jogging to where he knew his husbands would both be. He was correct, and found them on their pre-game loop around the back halls of the stadium. Logan had used to warm up on the bikes, but ever since returning to Gryffindor he joined Leo in his and Finn's old warm-up.

I don't want soleil to be warming up alone anymore, he'd said. And I've spent too much time away from you both to do it anymore than I have to now. Plus, then you always know where to find us to kiss us before the game.

Indeed, Finn had known where to find them. They were running ahead of him, both in their spandex and some shorts. They were talking happily, and Leo said something that made Logan shove him playfully. Leo just laughed. It sounded like sunshine.

Finn couldn't contain his excitement anymore and ran forward. At the last second, Logan heard his footsteps and turned, eyes widening in delight. He slowed down, expecting Finn to stop, but Finn just kept running. He bent down and wrapped his arms securely around Logan's waist, picking him up and jogging a few steps before halting and squeezing him tightly. Logan was laughing freely, more freely than he did with anyone else, as Leo slowed down, too, with a smile on his face.

“Hey, teach,” Leo said. He looked Finn up and down. “You look hot.”

“Hi, butter baby,” Finn said. “And my Lolo.”

Logan wriggled around in protest, but Finn just held him tighter and kissed his cheek a few times. Logan was still laughing and turned his head to cup Finn's jaw, bringing him into a proper kiss. Finn sighed against his mouth contentedly, setting him down on the ground so he could hold Logan's face firmly with both hands. Logan's fingers were all in his hair and tugging at the strands. Finn felt a bit dizzy.

A warm presence made its way to their sides. “Do I not get a treat, too?”

“Mm,” Finn hummed against Logan’s mouth. “One sec.” He pressed a last firm kiss to Logan's mouth before pulling back with a smile. “Hi, Lo, baby.”

Logan's mouth was red. “Salut.”

Finn kissed his cheek before turning to Leo, grabbing his hips and pulling him flush. “And how's my sunshine?”

“Good,” Leo said. He smiled into Finn's first kiss. “Better, now that I'm with both of you.”

Finn just kissed him deeper. He clutched one arm around Leo's waist and one at the back of his neck, using this leverage to dip him suddenly. Leo gasped against his mouth, grabbing at Finn's shoulders. Finn loved to do this to the both of them, to take them by surprise and romance them, no matter how cheesy they thought him to be. He loved the feeling of their bodies and skin beneath his hands. He didn't think he'd ever tire of it.

After a long moment, Finn broke their kiss, staring down at Leo's flushed face and hair that seemed like it was floating towards the floor. Leo was smiling exasperatedly and lovingly at him. “You sure know how to sweep boys off their feet, huh, O'Hara?”

Finn kissed his forehead. “I've had lots of practice.” He helped Leo stand and opened his arm for Logan to join them. “How are we feeling, lovers?”

Logan kissed his jaw. “Ready. Right, Le?”

Leo traced a finger down Logan’s jaw and leaned down to kiss him lightly. “So ready. Colorado doesn't know what's coming for them.”

Logan leaned into the touch. Finn watched them love each other and smiled. He drew them closer to his body. “I missed you today.” He rested his head on top of Logan's. “I thought of you.”

Leo kissed his forehead. “Oh yeah?”

Finn nodded. “Robbie was nervous about being an academic and an athlete. I think he has a crush on Marianne, who's the smartest girl in school. She's not an athlete.”

“What'd you tell him?” Logan asked. 

Finn closed his eyes and swayed into the warmth of their bodies. “That I have husbands who like to read or be read to, and even if I hadn't played hockey and had chosen to just go into teaching, they would've loved me regardless.” He paused, then snorted lightly. “Oh, and Jesse and Daniel are totally crushing on each other. Jesse is going to help him with the hard English.” Finn could feel Logan’s smile against his shoulder.

“Mm,” Leo said into Finn's hair. “You mean we could've had a sexy English teacher from the beginning?”

Finn squeezed his hip. “Hey, you loved when I played hockey. I was a very sexy seventeen.”

“Ouais, you were,” Logan laughed. “The sexiest seventeen.” He kissed Finn's shoulder and Leo's chest. “Allez, we need to finish our warm-up.”

“Go on,” Finn said. He kissed them both hard once more each and patted their butts firmly. “I love you, good luck, I love you, you'll be amazing, I love you. Have I mentioned that I love you?”

Leo kissed his forehead and ran away. When he was far enough down the hallway, he turned to jog backwards. “I love you!” he shouted, eyes twinkling. “C'mon, Lo, I'll race you back!”

Logan pressed a fleeting kiss to Finn's cheek. “Je t'aime,” he said, then he was off and chasing after Leo. Leo's smile was bright and toothy, Logan yelling at him in French and him responding in kind, both of them laughing hard. 

Finn couldn't help the fond feeling that arose in his chest as he watched them run away. He missed them with every step they took, but no matter- they'd be back in his arms in a couple of hours, ready to go home and read a book before bed. Finn bit his lip around a grin and turned to go to the family box.

Make the most of the next two months

Get all your vaccines

Travel while we have a functioning DOT

Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt

Attend drag shows

Don't skip any of your classes

Read and buy history books

Find your out-of-state networks

Learn to carry cash

Get birth control solutions

Support the Biden/Harris administration

Postpone large purchases and save money

Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information

Feel free to add on.

I had this idea for headcanons about the Cubs as drivers/passenger princess combos and JUST LISTEN, LISTEN-

Finn driving, Logan as Passenger Princess: This combination doesn't happen often, because Leo's legs are SO LONG that he usually needs to either drive or sit in the front seat, but WHEN IT DOES (usually when Leo is tired and lies down in the back to nap), HOLY MOLY. Finn is a chatterbox all the time, and Logan FEEDS off of his energy. They're debating sports and plays and stuff. Finn talks with his hands and so he's constantly tapping on Logan's thigh to emphasize his point. He also does NOT LIKE the music Logan plays (I feel like this is one thing they have VERY different tastes for that kinda clash), so he's always chirping Logan about that. Logan gets kind of protective over his snacks, but shares with Finn anyway (cue: AGGRESSIVE SIDE EYE). Finn always thanks him with a smile and at every red light he leans over and kisses Logan's cheek to remind him that, though they may be debating and discussing stuff in the car, it really isn't that serious and he just loves Logan so so so much. He feels so lucky that, after everything, he gets to share these domestic moments with him.

Logan driving, Finn as Passenger Princess: Pretty much the same: debating, discussing, but this time Logan is demanding snacks. He's a BIG skin-to-skin guy, so he loves when he drives in the summer and his boys are in SHORTS and he can place his hand on Finn's (or Leo's) bare thigh. Finn still talks with his hands, but this time he's playing with Logan's fingers. Logan doesn't hate Finn's music as much as Finn hates Logan's, so it's a bit calmer on that front. In this situation and the one above, directions are CHAOTIC. Both of them are kinda bad at it.

Leo driving, Finn as Passenger Princess: Finn is HORRIBLE at giving directions and focusing, and Leo NEEDS to know the next step he needs to take on the route when he completes the previous, and needs ample notification time before the upcoming step. Finn gets SO distracted and could be looking at the directions and be like: "Uh, okay, so it says here- oh! You got a text from Reg, it says-" "Sweetheart, directions." "Right, right, sorry, sunshine." *To apologize, Finn begins pressing kisses to the back of Leo's hand and gets distracted again.* "Finn." "Right! Sorry." Leo is also a big palm-on-thigh guy, and lets Finn just fiddle with his fingers the whole time. He's Finn's very own fidget toy. When Leo has to back up, he rests his hand on Finn's headrest to look behind him and Finn SWOONS. His sunshine has nice biceps. Finn is weirdly obsessed with the Les Mis soundtrack and absolutely BELTS it out. Logan groans but finds it so endearing, and Leo sings along happily under his breath.

Leo driving, Logan as Passenger Princess: This combination mostly happens at night, because Finn CANNOT stay awake at the wheel, and Logan is half sleepy, but insomniac sunshine can drive just fine. Logan always chooses one of Leo's soft, acoustic playlists to listen to because they relax him. It's quiet, with Finn conked out in the back seat, and LeLo just sit in each other's silence mostly, or quietly murmur to one another. Leo has to prompt Logan for directions every now and then, but that's mostly because Logan is too busy watching how the streetlights reflect off of his skin and listening to his soft voice sing along to the music. Leo's hand is on Logan's thigh the whole time, and sometimes up scratching at his hair. Logan takes it and kisses it or even leans across the console to kiss his cheek. He ALSO SWOONS when Leo backs the car up and is known for taking a nice bite of Leo's bicep every now and then.

FinnorLogan driving and Leo as a Passenger Princess: Leo Knut is the PERFECT Passenger Princess. Directions? Three steps ahead with exact mileage and periodic check-ins with ample notification time. Snacks? Has the exact ones that FinnLo like and his own, which he brings slightly extra of because his boyfriends ALWAYS ask for some because what's his is theirs. Definitely brings an extra designated 'Driver Water Bottle' with a small nozzle so Finn/Logan can drink without spilling on themselves, and then ANOTHER extra water bottle because whoever isn't driving DEFINITELY forgot theirs (he then has his own small-nozzled Nalgene with a straw inside and a Lions Pride sticker on the outside, and it is HIS). Music? Has a nice rotation of songs that each of them likes. He plays a Finn-song, a Lo-song, and a Le-song, then starts the process over again so everyone stays relatively happy. Conversation? He is whatever they need him to be. He's avidly engaged with Finn and lets him tap on his thigh all he needs, and then he's quietly chatting with Logan, covering the Logan's hand on his thigh with his own because Logan loves the feeling of warm skin against his. AC? This man has it DOWN. Always has his own seat-heater on and his personal AC set to approximately 72 degrees; Finn's is set to approximately 68, with the seat heater on low in the winter; and Logan's is a FREEZING 62, even in the winter, and he NEVER has a seat heater on. Leo knows his Weighted Blanket Boy is HOTHOTHOT (in many ways). Overall, 100000000000/10 Passenger Princess, the best in the biz. FinnLo love him so much. <3

cubs date night??? (like finn & leo, finn & logan, logan & leo, and all 3)

Yaaaaaaay date night! I LOVE the idea of dating your partner(s) forever- time together that is outside of the daily routine is so important!

Have a series of them (they are in no particular order, but LeLo's takes place right around the latest chapter of Vaincre!)!

P.S. Please do go listened to the John Denver songs listed they are beautiful, especially the first one- it really reminds me of how the Cubs love one another.

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Logan and Finn

“What is this?”

Logan smiled at Finn's confusion. “A surprise, rouge.”

“I'm so confused,” Finn said. His brow was furrowed as he took in the store front. “What are we doing here?”

Logan tugged him by the hand through the door of the studio. “We're painting.”

“Huh?”

Logan rolled his eyes and kissed Finn's cheek. “Allez.” He smiled at the curly haired receptionist. Her smock was covered in paint, and there was even some in her bandana. “Hi. I booked a couple hours.”

She smiled back and opened a book in front of her. “Last name?”

“Tremblay.”

“Ah, gotcha,” she said, then penciled something in. She waved them along with a bright grin. “This way.” 

They passed by display cases of completed work, and a couple of classrooms where there were sculpting lessons. Finn's hand was warm on Logan's lower back as they eventually made their way to a large room. There were other couples and groups there, immersed in their work. The girl spun on her heel and gestured to a shelf.

“Blank pieces are here for you to choose from, and I set the glazes by your station. There are smocks, too. When you're done, find one of us, and we will put them in the kiln for you to pick up next week.” She led them to a table laden with small plastic pots of glazes and paints. “Make sure you don't go too thick or too thin. We'll be around if you have any questions.” She rapped her hands on the table then took a step back. “Have fun!”

“Merci,” Logan said softly. He turned to look at Finn. “So?”

Finn just grinned and kissed him hard. “You're such a sweetheart.” He looked to the shelves with the various blank clay pieces. “What do you think? Bowl? Plate?”

Logan hummed and scanned them with his eyes, Finn doing the same beside him. They both reached for a different item, and turned to look at each other at the same time. Finn had a large plate with a raised bowl in the middle.

“For Leo,” he said, blushing a little. “He's been making a lot of dips this summer. He'd like this, I think.”

Logan felt his heart skip a beat. “Yeah. He will.”

“What'd you choose?”

Logan held up the mug with a smile. It had a perfect thumb hold, and was tall enough to hold a lot of tea. Engraved on the side was a raised sun design. Finn clocked it immediately and bit around a grin. His eyes were warm when they looked into Logan's own. 

“We're hopeless, huh?” he sighed. “Leo leaves for one fishing weekend with Reg and we are barely surviving without him.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He brushed one hand up and down Finn's waist. “But that means we get to greet him when he walks through the door.”

Finn's expression turned excited. “Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I can't wait.” He jerked his head towards the table. “Let's get to work, ten.”

They attempted to make them a matching set- kind of. Logan had thought it was a weird suggestion when Finn brought it up, but he was sure Leo would appreciate it anyhow. His piece was admittedly neater than Finn's. The sun was perfectly yellow, with a gradient blue sky starting from its outline and working outwards around the mug. Finn had attempted the same, starting in the middle with the dip bowl and working towards the edges of the plate, but he'd been a bit heavy handed with the glaze and now the colors were starting to blur together.

He let out a frustrated groan. “I am absolutely butchering this.”

Logan laughed and leaned into his shoulder. Their ankles were crossed underneath the table. “Non, it'll look fine. Leo will love it anyway.”

“I know he will,” Finn said. “He will because he's Leo and he appreciates the littlest things, even if they are ugly.” He huffed. “But I want this to be perfect. He deserves perfection.”

“Ouais, he does,” Logan said softly. He considered Finn's work. “Maybe- maybe you try mixing them. Like tie-dye, or- what's the word? When you randomly mix a bunch of paint together?”

“Splatter paint?”

“Ouais, splatter paint.” He gestured to his own mug. “That way they'll be matching, but not exactly the same.” He pointed to the outside rim of the bowl. “You could put green there, oui? To make it transition?”

Finn laughed. “Since when did you become an expert in pottery?”

Logan blushed. “Non. It's just ‘cause it's Leo.”

Finn looked wistful. “Yeah.” He sighed and tilted his temple against Logan's. “I miss him.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Me too. But Reg is leaving for school soon. He won't see him for a while.”

“But you’re leaving soon. For New York.”

Finn's dejected voice tugged at Logan's heartstrings. “Ouais. Ouais, I know.” He kissed Finn's temple. “But we are people outside of us being together, too, rouge. And Reg means a lot to Leo.”

Finn sighed again. “I know. I know, I'm being silly. I just really miss him.” He turned to push his nose into Logan's neck. “I like doing stuff with friends during the day. But I like when we're all in bed together at night.” He pulled back to cup Logan's jaw and kiss him softly. “Don't like going to sleep without you two.”

Logan breathed out heavily. “Je sais. I know, it's hard.” He turned back to his mug. “Let's make these for Leo and surprise him with them next week. Then I'll take you out for dinner, then to bed, ouais?”

Finn smiled. “You bet you can take me to bed.”

Logan rolled his eyes but hooked his ankle more firmly around Finn's. “Allez. Soleil deserves perfection, so let's paint.”

***

Leo and Logan

“Mm, smells good, soleil.”

Leo smiled at Logan from where he was finishing up their cutlets. “Thanks honey. How was practice? Feel good about tomorrow?”

“Ouais,” Logan said, slipping off his shoes. He took Leo in, then noticed the dining room table, near his balcony doors, set with candles and a bottle of sparkling cider. He smiled. “You did this for me?”

Leo nodded, then turned back to the stove. “I thought we could have a date night while Fish is out for dinner with Alex. And you've been tired with the playoffs, so I figured staying in might be the best option.” When he didn't get a response, he looked up at Logan, brow furrowed. “Is that okay?”

But Logan was already walking towards him, smile bright and loving. “Oui. C'est bien.” He fell against Leo's chest to kiss him. “Je t'aime, soleil. Merci.”

Leo kissed him again. “Love you. Now go get changed, sweetheart. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Logan squeezed against his waist once more before going to their bedroom. Leo hummed along to the music playing through the speakers, his soft, old country playlist reverberating around the room. He had just finished placing the pans on the table when Logan appeared from their bedroom, making Leo stop in his tracks.

“You look… Lo, you look gorgeous.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “So do you.”

Leo looked down at himself, in his navy jeans and dark salmon waffle shirt, then at Logan in his black pants and plum button down and was lost for words. Logan’s hair was curlier, too, now that it was longer, and framed his face in a middle part. His eyes were jewel-like as they roved over the table setting, and Leo was so, so in love with him. He said as much.

“I'm so, so in love with you.” He walked forward to cup Logan's face. “God, Lo. You’re just… you’re so gorgeous. You're so gorgeous.”

Logan scrunched his nose around his Finn impression. “Look who's talking.”

Leo laughed, but rubbed his thumbs over Logan's sharp cheekbones, holding his gentle gaze. “I know, I know, but you… Logan, sometimes Finn and I don't know what to do, you're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful, sweetheart, all the time.” He leaned down to kiss Logan softly. “But especially in person.”

That seemed to rile Logan up, and he sighed heavily through his nose and kissed Leo deeper. He was gripping Leo's shirt in his hands, pulling Leo down to where he was, and it made Leo dizzy.

“Honey,” Leo gasped out between kisses. “Honey, the food's getting cold.”

“Mm,” Logan groaned. “One more.”

Leo complied, smiling against Logan's mouth before drawing them apart. Logan's face fit perfectly in between his palms and he kissed his forehead before nodding towards the table. “Let's eat, sweetheart.”

Logan laughed as Leo pulled out his chair. “I really like the sparkling cider.”

Leo blushed. “Well, no alcohol because of the playoffs. I just wanted it to still be special.”

Logan took his hand and kissed it. “I love it, soleil. I love you.”

Leo smiled and placed a cutlet on Logan's plate, topped with arugula and tomatoes marinated in their own juices with garlic and basil, a lemon on the side to squirt the juice over the dish. “Love you, sweetheart. Eat, before it gets cold.”

Logan complied, tangling his ankles with Leo's when he sat across from him. His New York apartment would never be home, not like in Gryffindor, but Leo did like having a dining room table to sit at instead of just sitting at the bar stools by the counter. He especially loved to watch Logan enjoy the table, laden with perfectly assembled food and place settings, like at a fancy restaurant. He looked happy, content, and more relaxed than Leo had seen him in a long time.

Their chatter was gentle, as it so often tended to be. Finn was the main conversationalist, and Logan never felt like he had to say anything, but also never felt like he couldn't. Leo usually made himself to be whatever the other person needed him to be in the moment. He sat with Logan in silence or quiet conversation, or made him laugh loudly with his sharp wit. He could read Logan like an open book, and Logan had once said to him that he wondered what he ever felt like he had to hide anyway.

“Merci, Le,” he said after they’d finished. He was playing with Leo’s fingers. “That was delicious, mon coeur.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Leo replied, standing to clear their plates.

“Non, non,” Logan protested, batting his hands away. “Let me clean, mon chou, you cooked.”

Leo raised his eyebrows teasingly. “Am I going to have to rewash dishes?”

Logan rolled his eyes and stacked their plates. “Fish only has to do that sometimes. I’ve gotten better since living on my own.”

Leo’s smile was a bit joking, and a bit sad. “Well, whatever it takes, I guess.” He kissed Logan briefly. “I’ll dry, then.”

They worked quietly side by side, and Logan triple checked to make sure each plate was clean. He was focused, his tongue poking out in the way that made Finn and Leo laugh. Leo smiled and kissed the side of his head. 

“I've got some dessert,” Leo said, breaking their silence. “If you want something sweet.”

“According to Fish, I am something sweet.”

Leo bumped him with his hip. “And he's right.” Leo sorted the utensils into their drawer. “And then I was thinking we'd have to just go to sleep, even before Finn gets home. Want you rested for the game tomorrow.” 

Logan sighed. “I'm sorry.”

Leo shook his head hard. “No, no, Lo, don't be sorry. We're so proud of you.” He kissed Logan’s forehead. “We'll finish this, eat, then bed. Okay?”

Logan was placing the last pan on the drying rack when Leo moved to the fridge. He furrowed his brow quizzically, then made an ah! sound when he found what he’d been looking for. 

“Not necessarily on the diet plan, but I figured an exception could be made for date night,” he said, holding up a plate with a large piece of cake. “The New York Blackout Cake from that place Finn brought us to.”

Logan bit his lip and looked Leo up and down. Leo looked him up and down, too, everything from his soft curls falling over his face to the eager way he was looking at Leo holding the cake. Leo watched as a conflicted feeling made its way across Logan’s expression. Logan watched Leo's face as Leo caught on, too. 

Leo set the plate down on the counter. “What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I just…” Logan sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head back. He didn’t quite know how to find the English words, sometimes. “I just want to rest with you.”

Leo moved into his space and cupped his hips gently. Logan reached up to play with his hair, looking into Leo’s eyes as he tried to understand. “What do you mean, Lo?” He ducked down. “Dites-moi.”

Logan sighed, then continued in French. “I want to go to bed with you and not have to get up and do anything. I want to- I want to go to bed early to stay up late with you, not because I have to sleep enough for a game. And I-” He took a deep breath and pulled Leo close, brushing their noses together. “I want you, Le. It’s been so long, and I want you, but we have to be careful because of the playoffs, and I-” He made a low groan in the back of his throat. His breath was hot against Leo’s cheek. “I just want to rest with you. To be with you.” He kissed Leo hard. “I missed you, mon soleil.”

Leo shuddered, breathing quick and shaky. “I’m sorry, Lo. I’m sorry I said anything about- about going to sleep early, I-”

“Sh, sh,” Logan hushed. He tucked himself under Leo’s chin. “It’s because you care. I love that about you.” He looked up at him. “Let’s eat our cake, oui? Then we go to bed.” Logan sighed and pushed himself further into Leo’s chest. “I want some rest more than none at all.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” Leo said, pulling back to rub up and down Logan’s arms. He jerked his head to the table. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap and I can feed you.”

Logan laughed and took the hand Leo offered, his other holding the cake. Leo did insist on feeding him, taking a bite for himself every now and then. Mostly, he just smiled at Logan, laughing softly as Logan told him about Percy putting shaving cream in Saint and Alex’s gloves, which had them chasing him around the arena with bottles of their own cream provided by Will. Apparently, he was invested in putting a stop to Percy’s practical pranking streak- Percy spent way too much time buying shaving cream, he said. 

With every laugh, Leo wrapped Logan up tighter with his free arm until there was no space between them. After Leo took the final bite of cake, Logan kissed him just to taste it off his tongue. Leo obliged for a minute, then insisted that they get ready for bed.

“I want you to be comfy, sweetheart,” Leo said softly. “Then we can spend some more time together, but I want you ready for bed so you can just fall asleep when you need to.”

Logan told him didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky.

Later, after brushing their teeth and Leo forcing him through a skincare routine, Logan sat straddled in Leo’s lap, kissing him languidly with his arms thrown across Leo’s shoulders, Leo’s hands running up and down his back. It felt good, to kiss just to kiss when they hadn’t had the time to in so long. Logan’s body was warm against his own, skin against skin now that they were just in their boxers. Logan let his head fall back with a slightly wanton sound as Leo moved down to kiss at his neck, scraping his teeth against the hinge of Logan’s jaw like he liked. Leo couldn’t help the pool of arousal working its way up his spine.

“Fuck,” he gasped suddenly, pulling back. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess from Logan’s hands. “Fuck, we have to stop. We have to stop, we have to go to bed.” He blinked hard. “You need to sleep, oh God.”

Logan kissed him softly. “I want you.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Logan, you can’t say that, not when we can’t-”

“Ouais, we can,” Logan whispered. He settled himself more firmly in the cradle of Leo’s hips. “We can go slow. I’ll be okay, mon coeur, I’m asking you to.” He sighed. “I missed you, Le.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. It didn’t take him long to decide, but he hoped his eyes conveyed he was still a bit worried. “Okay. Okay, but we have to go so slow-”

“Ouais,” Logan interrupted, suddenly urgent. “Ouais, yes, yes.” He bent to suck at Leo’s neck. “Leo.”

“I love you,” Leo gasped. “I love you so much.”

Then, in the dim light of their bedside lamp, Leo let Logan’s everything fill him up and held tightly to his body as he kissed Leo gently back against the pillows. 

***

Finn and Leo

“How’s this, Le?”

Leo nodded, smiling at the way Finn patted the cushioned chair beside his own at the high top table. Finn smiled back, enjoying the way Leo looked golden under the dim cafe lights. He had seen the local band advertised a few days ago, coincidentally playing in his favorite cafe, and had immediately texted Leo demanding a date night.

Besides, he didn't want to be in their apartment any longer than he had to. Not when the winter nights left him cold on one side because Logan wasn't there to warm him up. 

They had just played their last game before the All Star break, a matinee, and he could feel that excitement that preceded a vacation, even a stay at home one. He could tell that Leo did, too, with the way he'd been laughing freely that afternoon as he had cooked them an early dinner, the way he’d kissed Finn happily after Finn had held the door open for him to get out of the car. He looked sweet tonight, in his white wool sweater and jeans, golden chain peeking out when it caught the light. Finn took his hand and kissed it. “What do you want, sunshine? I’ll go to the bar and order.”

Leo smiled brightly. “You know what I want.” He leaned across the table and nudged their noses. “And a couple of those blueberry scones, if they still have them, please.”

“You got it,” Finn said, then kissed him briefly and walked to the bar. 

The bartender smiled at him when he approached. “Finn,” he said. “The usual?”

“You know it, Marius,” Finn replied with a grin. “And a Dark ‘n Stormy for Le. Oh, and two of those blueberry scones, if they're still around, please?”

Marius nodded, already grabbing a shaker. “We always have them for our favorite food critic. Usual table?”

“Yep, thank you.” Finn slapped some bills on the bar. “Keep the change.”

“This is why you’re my favorite, O’Hara!” Marius called as Finn walked away.

Finn spun and gave him a thumbs up before turning back to walk towards their high top. Leo smiled and reached out his arms, Finn swaying into the cradle of his legs and rubbing his hands up and down Leo’s thighs. “Howdy, nutter butter.”

“Hi,” Leo said softly. “Usual?”

“Always, baby.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Got a couple scones for you. You’re their favorite food critic.”

Leo blushed happily. “That’s sweet.”

“Here we are,” a voice said behind them. A young woman about Leo’s age with long, dark hair placed a tray on their table. “One Manhattan, one Dark ‘n Stormy, and two blueberry scones for you.”

“Thanks, Isha,” Leo said, rubbing a thumb on Finn’s hip. “How’re classes?”

Isha scoffed. “Way harder than whatever hockey you're playing.”

Finn laughed. “I’ll drink to that. Hey, if you do well in fashion school, we’ll commission your first pieces, how does that sound?”

Isha rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Fine. But I hope you like colorful suits, because I make nothing short of fabulous.”

“Amen,” Leo said, reaching to take a sip of his drink. “I’m tired of black and navy.”

She knocked on their table. “I’ll leave you to it, guys. Enjoy!”

They waved her off, then Finn pulled away to sit on his own stool. “I’m kind of excited for the band. Haven’t seen them before.”

Leo hummed and picked up a scone. “Reg went out with Sirius and Remus to see them at the park the other week. Said they’re pretty acoustic.” He took a bite. “Fuck, these are good. Want some?”

Finn smiled and hooked their ankles together. “Nah, baby. I’m fine just sitting here looking at you.”

Leo rolled his eyes. His cheeks were red. “You’re so funny about that.”

“Uh, there’s nothing funny about it. I’ll sit and stare at you and Lo for hours. We’ll test it sometime.”

“You sure you can sit still for that long?” Leo’s eyes were playful.

Finn leaned in. “Sure, if there’s a reward.”

Leo laughed. “If that’s the case, I’m not sure Logan will sit still that long, either.” He straightened. “Hey, look, they’re starting.”

The band was small. A vocalist, guitarist, bassist. A keyboard player. The percussionist had a kit, but also a lot of small instruments Finn didn’t know the name of. They introduced themselves briefly, the vocalist swinging their long hair over their shoulder, then the drummer counted them off. They were a bit folk, almost country.

“Your taste in music, huh, Le?”

“Yeah.” Leo nodded, watching intently. He turned to look at Finn with a smile and reached out his hand. “Thanks for taking me.”

Finn tugged him. “C’mere.”

He led Leo over to stand back to chest with him. Sat on the high stool, Finn was the perfect height to rest his chin on Leo’s shoulder and watch. The skin of Leo’s neck was warm against his cheek, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Leo’s waist. Leo sighed and relaxed back into him, covering Finn’s hands with his own.

“I’m ready for a vacation,” Leo said softly. “Feels like that last roadie went on for ages.”

“Hm,” Finn agreed. He kissed Leo’s skin. “Can’t wait to have you to myself for a few days.”

He could feel Leo smile. “All for you? What if Logan wants me?”

“You’re both all for me,” Finn countered. He buried his nose into Leo’s soft sweater. “All mine.”

Leo leaned back to look at him. “All yours.” He twisted slightly, bringing one hand up to cup Finn’s jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Finn bent to tuck his nose behind Leo’s neck, out of view from the rest of the people. “Miss him.”

“I know,” Leo said, scratching his scalp. “But he’ll be driving home tomorrow after his game. Early, too, it’s at one ‘o clock.”

“I know,” Finn sighed. “And I can’t wait to have a week with both of you, but- it’s just a week.”

This part of the season was always the most difficult. Time spent with Logan was finite and few and far between. They missed him constantly, like a bruise, and trying to fit everything in was impossible. They’d gotten better at not doing that after it made Leo have an anxiety-fused meltdown trying to make all of Logan’s favorite foods during the last All Star break. Now, they mostly enjoyed being in each other’s presence wherever they were: going out to dinner, going for a walk, helping Leo in the kitchen, even cleaning their apartment. But it still didn’t make them hold Logan any less tight when they bid him goodbye.

Leo saw right through him. He kissed the side of Finn’s head. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Finn lifted his head. Leo’s eyes were soft, his hand gentle as he cupped Finn’s cheek. Finn kissed his engagement ring. “I love you.”

Leo smiled and nudged their noses together. “I love you.” He kissed Finn lightly. “How about this? Tomorrow, we get up and go for a run, then stop by the bakery on the way back and the indoor farmer’s market at the church. I’ll make some nice BLTs and potato wedges for lunch while we watch Logan play, then we sit and cuddle and read until he gets home.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah, okay.” He pressed their temples together. “And tonight?”

Leo’s grin was sly. “We’ll finish here, then you’ll take me to bed. Then tomorrow you take us both to bed.”

Finn laughed softly. “I love that.” He kissed Leo again. “Thank you.”

Leo nodded, then turned back towards the band. “You’re forever for us, sweetheart. After all this hockey is done, we’ll still want you.”

Finn nodded and pressed his lips to Leo’s neck. “Yeah. Yeah, I like forever.”

Leo snorted. “You love forever.” He wiggled further into Finn’s arms. “Now hold me close, O’Hara, the band’s not done.”

Finn squeezed him tighter, settling into Leo’s body as the band wrapped up another song. There was light applause, then the lead singer was smiling at them from the small, raised stage.

“This next one’s a cover,” they said. “An oldie, but a goodie. It’s, in my opinion, one of the most romantic songs to have ever been written, and we love playing it for folks.”

The percussionist picked up a couple shaker eggs, and the keyboardist and bassist a couple violins. Finn raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Alright, here we go.”

When the first notes played, Finn gasped out a laugh.

Leo patted his thigh. “What?”

“Nothing,” Finn said with a smile, voice a little tight. Leo turned to look at him fully, eyebrows furrowed. Finn shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just- Lo and I were reading together, this summer, when you were calling your parents to tell them we were engaged.” He bit his lip at the memory. “We were listening to the John Denver vinyl, and this song came on. Lo said it always reminded him of you.”

Leo smiled. “Yeah? Annie’s Song?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. He said this one, and the other one. About the sun.”

“Sunshine On My Shoulders.”

“Yes, that one.” Finn took a shaky breath. “And he said he wants to dance to them with you at our wedding.”

Leo’s smile was so wide both dimples appeared. “He does?”

Finn used a finger to turn Leo to face him more directly. His eyes were watering. “Mm hm.”

“And what’d you say?”

Finn kissed him. “I said that if he gets two first dances with you, then I get two with each of you, too. Then we get two to dance all together.”

Leo laughed. “People are going to get sick of watching us.”

“I don’t care,” Finn said. “They don’t even have to be there.”

“My mama would be so mad.”

“Well, she can come and watch if she wants, but when you two are dancing, I won’t be a good conversationalist.” He nosed at Leo’s neck. “I’ll be too busy watching my husbands.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Your husbands.”

“My husbands.”

“All yours.”

“All mine.”

Leo gripped his hair to draw him into a deep kiss, too needy for a public setting. When he pulled back, his face was flushed and his voice a little high. “Take me home. Please, Finn.”

Finn sighed happily. The sound of the violins carried over the crowd. “After this song,” he whispered. He settled back against the chair and closed his eyes with a smile, tucking Leo’s face into his neck, hand in his curls. “I’m imagining my husbands dancing.”

***

The Cubs

“You want to take them where?”

“To the spa, Layla,” Leo said. “The one Lily gave you vouchers for for your birthday. The really good new one, owned by the lesbian couple?”

“Oh, that place is fantastic.”

Leo and Layla looked over to Thomas, who was contentedly sitting in his ice bath. 

Layla looked amused. “You been, Talky?”

“Have I? Fuck, Kasey, James, and I got our relaxation on with the girls one day. Best day of my life.” He snorted. “And I know Kasey went back with Alex and Natalie. Apparently Alex fell asleep in the massage chair.”

That made Leo and Layla laugh. She turned back to massage out his tight quad. “I can give you the phone number, Nut. You going during Christmas?”

Lep nodded. “Yeah, I said I wanted to take them out on a date when Logan’s home for a couple days. Figured this would be relaxing.” He shrugged. “Plus, I figured it’d be a bit… safer for us, you know? They’ve got a three or more persons relationship package.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think Finn can sit still that long?”

“If he’s in a comfy chair, sure. He loves a good chair.”

Thomas snorted. “I swear, he’s an old man. When he reads he slides his glasses down his nose.”

Leo smiled. “I know. He’ll be such a sexy old man.”

“And that’s enough for today, I think,” Layla said, looking at him pointedly. “Up you get, go shower. I’ll text you the number.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Leo said brightly. “I’ll bake you a pie as a thank you.”

“Pecan, please!” she called out after him.

“You got it!”

***

Logan looked confusedly at the building in front of them. “You are taking us…”

“...to a spa?” Finn finished. “What for?”

Leo smiled. “You’ll see.”

“This better be worth leaving our bed,” Logan grumbled.

Leo took his hand and kissed his cheek. “Promise, honey. It’s to get you to relax.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow. “You already know how to get me relaxed.”

“Tremblay,” Finn scolded gently. “Public indecency is not how I want to go to jail!”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering and approached the desk attendant. She had brown hair that faded into purple waves at the ends and a pronoun pin that said Izzy she/her on it. “Hi, ma’am. Reservation for three people at 2 o’clock for Leo Knut?”

She smiled back. “Hi there, Leo. You can follow me!”

They were led back to a changing room, where they were instructed to dress themselves in the robes folded on the benches. The room smelled like eucalyptus. 

Finn looked around at the space. “Wowzers. This place is nice.” He looked up at the wall, where there were various Pride flags hung up, as there were all over the building. “Cute.”

“How’d you find it, Le?” Logan asked.

Leo reached down to play with his fingers, poking out of the robe sleeves. It was a little big on him. “Layla. She gave me the number. We got a package.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Like a couple’s package?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, but they do relationship packages for more than two people.” He blushed a little, biting his cheek. “I know we want to spend as much time together as possible, but I thought it’d be relaxing. We don’t always get to do this stuff, you know? At least not like other people.” He shrugged, ducking down a little. “I thought it’d be romantic.”

Logan smiled brightly at him, looping his arms around Leo’s waist and falling onto his chest with a sigh. “It is romantic, soleil.” He stood on his toes to kiss Leo gently. “You’re just so…”

“Sweet?” Finn supplied.

“Oui. The sweetest.” He bit Leo’s jaw. “Like candy.”

Finn made an eager little sound and pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “Does that mean we get to eat you, sunshine? Because I’m so game for that.”

Leo shook his head, but was grinning. “Later. First it’s massage time.”

Three people knocked on the door and led them to three massage tables, lined up side by side. Leo’s masseuse, Leanna, instructed him to take his robe off and lay down with a towel around his hips. He did as told, and sighed deeply when she began rubbing lotion on him and working on his upper back.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice came. It was Logan’s masseuse, Iris. “I’m going to break my hands, you’ve got so many knots. What is it you said you did again?”

“Professional hockey players,” Finn replied. He sounded halfway asleep. “He also frequently gets into fights.”

“Fish.”

Iris sighed. “That’ll do it.” Leo laughed as he heard their knuckles crack. “Let’s get to work then, Logan. I’m going to have you so unwound, it’ll be like magic.”

***

About an hour later, when they were declared done, Logan and Leo sat up, Logan rolling his shoulders and neck. Their masseuses turned away politely to let them put their robes back on, then Logan let out a satisfied groan. He looked at Iris with wide eyes. “Merde. You really did work magic.”

Iris smiled. “You gave me a run for my money. My elbow could only dig so far into those big muscles of yours.”

A knock on the door interrupted their laughter, and Izzy poked her head in. “We all good here? The next room is ready for you.”

“Hi, baby,” Iris said. “We’re all done.” They jerked their head at Logan. “This one had knots the size of a baseball.”

Izzy winced. “Yikes. Leanna, Felicity, any trouble?”

Felicity shook her head. “No.” She looked to Finn. “But I think he’s asleep.”

Indeed, Finn had fallen asleep. His breathing was even, and there were soft snores coming from where his face was poking through the head rest.

They all laughed softly, and Logan hopped off his bed to crouch beside Finn. “Rouge,” he whispered. “Rouge, wake up. Gotta get dressed.” When Finn still didn’t stir he kissed his back. “Finn.”

Finn jerked awake at his name, almost letting the towel slide down. Leo acted quickly and held it for him. “No nudity here, O’Hara.”

The masseuses laughed, and Finn pushed up onto his elbows in surprise. He blinked hard. “Oh man.” He tilted his head up to look at Logan, who gazed at him adoringly. “I took a nap.”

“That you did,” Felicity said with a grin. She clapped her hands. “Robe on, let’s go. You get face masks next.”

***

“You boys want anything to drink?” Isaiah, one of their estheticians, said. He was mixing Leo’s face mask. The other esthetician, Marcy, was washing up from doing Finn’s. “We got iced tea, fruity iced tea, lemonade, green juice.”

Leo looked to Logan, who was relaxed against his chair, a ridiculous blue mask on his face and cucumbers on his eyes. Finn’s brown eyes were peeking out from his white mask, his own cucumber slices in his hand as he considered.

“You have sweet tea?” Leo asked.

Isaiah smiled and nodded “I thought I detected a southern accent. Where are you from?”

“New Orleans, sir.”

“Savannah.”

Leo laughed. “I’m in good company, then.”

Isaiah winked and turned to Finn. “Anything for you?”

Finn nodded. “Unsweetened iced tea with lemon for me, thanks.” He jerked his head at Logan. “He’ll take the sweetest drink you got in your largest glass, please.”

“Ouais, s'il vous plaît,” Logan sighed happily.

Marcy laughed. “I’ll go grab them for you. You finish with Leo, Isaiah, I’ll be right back.”

She slipped out the door, then Isaiah turned to Leo. “Alright, let’s get to work.” He peered at Leo’s face. “I can’t believe how good your skin already is.”

Leo blushed. He thought about his acne scars on his cheek and jaw. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Isaiah said. “You moisturize really well, which is the most important thing.” He brushed his fingers on Leo’s jaw. “I know you’ve got blemishes here, but considering you spend your days with a mask over your sweaty face, your skin is fantastic. Your scars don’t seem irritated- they should heal, and your pores are still pretty clear.” He raised his eyebrows at Logan. “Unlike Mr. Blackheads over there.”

That made Leo laugh. “I’m working on it. They were both frat boys; skin care isn’t their forte.”

Isaiah looked amused. “Frat boys? Didn’t know they came in the polyamorous variety.”

Leo shrugged. “Me neither.” He roved his eyes over Finn and Logan’s bodies. “Got lucky I guess.”

Isaiah smiled. “Alright, loverboy. Close your eyes.”

The mask was cool against his face as Isaiah applied it in smooth strokes with his plastic spatula. It relaxed him against the seat, along with the cool air and the soft music of the room. If he listened close enough, he could hear Logan and Finn breathing beside him.

A knock sounded at the door, then Marcy walked in carrying a tray. “Order up.”

Leo watched amusedly as Logan straightened and held out his hand when Marcy instructed him to. His drink was indeed in a tall glass and looked like a sunset, yellow liquid fading into orange, then pink. There were bits of fruit floating in it. He took a sip, nodding approvingly. “Ouais,” he sighed. He then relaxed back into the chair, cucumber eyes and all, straw resting in his mouth. “Ouais. Merci.”

They all laughed, Finn and Leo saying a polite thanks when they were given their tea. Leo took a sip, letting the thick, sugary taste settle over his tongue before leaning back to let Isaiah place cucumbers over his eyes.

“Twenty for the mask and the cukes, okay? We’ll leave you for a bit.”

“Thank you,” Leo said, then the click of the door left them just with each other.

They laid in silence for a while, each basking in the relaxation. Every now and then Logan would let out a happy little sound as he sipped his tea. After a few minutes, Leo felt Finn’s long, dexterous fingers take his own. 

“Thanks for taking us, Le, baby,” he said softly with a squeeze to Leo’s hand. “You’re so sweet.”

Leo squeezed back. “Thanks for going along with it.” He fiddled with Finn’s fingers some more. “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not.”

“Non,” Logan sighed. “I love it.”

Finn scoffed. “Of course you would, you absolutely pampered baby. You get massages at home, too!”

Leo could imagine Logan’s smirk. “Ouais. I bat my eyelashes and you give me anything I want.”

Finn scoffed again, but didn’t protest. 

Leo tugged at him gently. “I love you, sweethearts.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Love you, lovers.” There was the thud of Finn’s head falling against his seat. “You know, this skincare thing isn’t so bad. Might have to do face mask date nights at home.”

That got a laugh out of Leo. “Whatever you want, honey.”

They were interrupted by another knock on the door and it creaking open. “We all set here, boys?”

“Come in!” Leo called. 

Two pairs of footsteps sounded, then some running water. There was a deep sigh from Isaiah. “Alright, Mr. Blackheads. Let’s see how we did.”

Leo took the cucumbers off his eyes to watch Marcy and Isaiah wash off his boys’ masks and apply some moisturizer, Isaiah with a pointed look at Logan and some containers.

“A sample of the mask and the cream,” he said. “My parting gift to you.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “Merci.”

Finally, Marcy washed off Leo’s own mask and applied some moisturizer, peering at his skin. “You want a sample of the mask, too? I think it’ll help the scarring reduce quicker, especially since you’ve already taken such good care of your skin.”

Leo nodded and accepted the small container with a blush. “Thank you.”

Finn leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Pretty baby.” He flopped dramatically against his chair. “I don’t wanna leave.” He pouted. “Can we come back?”

Marcy laughed. “We’ll happily let you blow your NHL salary on us.” She walked towards the door. “You can change into your clothes and then pay at reception on the way out!”

They thanked them both, then went to the changing room to put their clothes on. Finn took one look at them and whistled lowly. “You two are glowing. Got my own shiny Greek god statues.” 

Leo looked down at himself. He supposed the massage lotion had made him pretty shiny. When he caught Finn's eye again, he was staring. “Harz,” Leo laughed.

“Mm?” Finn was not really paying attention.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

“But I don't want to look at your eyes.”

Logan laughed, shucking off his robe completely. “Rouge. Time to change.”

When Finn turned to Logan, he raised his eyebrows higher. He focused in on Logan's pecs. “Would you be open to public indecency?”

Leo scoffed. “No way. I'm not sweating or washing all this moisturizer off. Gotta let it sit on the skin for a bit.”

Finn groaned, reaching for his shirt. “But how long?”

“Probably a good few hours, honey.”

That did not seem to help the situation. “No,” Finn whined. “I did not sign up for this. Peanut.”

Leo laughed as he pulled his jeans up, leaning to press a lingering kiss to the side of Finn's head. “You'll be okay, sweetheart. Just until, like, ten o'clock tonight, okay?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo's shoulder. “I'm setting an alarm,” he grunted  “You can't get out of Christmas break sex.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, mon coeur “ Logan said with a brief kiss to Finn's cheek. “D'accord, let's go. Want to go to the Sunstone for dinner?”

“Hey, this is my date I'm taking you on,” Leo pouted.

Logan looked over his shoulder with a smirk as he opened the door. “I didn't say I would be paying. Allez.”

They walked out to the reception desk, Leo pulling out his credit card. Izzy smiled at him and she pulled his charge up on the computer. “Did you have fun?”

Leo nodded. “Absolutely. Y'all might have tricked them into skincare.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that tends to be a theme with most men.” She took his card and swiped it, handing it back with a flourish. “You're all set!”

“Thank you,” Leo said, placing some bills on the counter. “Seriously, it was really good. I'll leave these for you guys.”

Izzy smiled. “You're a real gentleman, Mr. Knut.”

He smiled back. “It's my southern disposition. Now,” he sighed, turning back to Logan and Finn, who were thumb wrestling. “I think my two knuckleheads are hungry.”

“Have a good night, boys!”

“Thank you!” Logan and Finn called back, jostling each other on the way to the car, attempting to continue thumb wrestling while they walked. A particularly hard movement from Logan sent Finn slipping on the ice. 

“Woah!”

Leo caught him around the waist and hauled him to the passenger side. “Jesus, you two are walking hazards wherever you go.”

“Hey, that's not me. That's my loser brother.”

Leo just kissed him briefly. “In the car, please. I'm hungry for steak.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, opening the back door on Finn's side. He took Leo's hand. “Merci, soleil. I had a lot of fun.”

Logan's smile was so lovely that Leo had to kiss him, too. “I really love you.” He looked between them. “I love to date you, too.”

Finn's gaze was soft. “Good,” he whispered. “I think I want to date you a long time.”

Leo bit his lip around his own smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Finn looked to Logan. “How's that sound, Lo, baby?”

Logan fell against Leo's chest, arms around his waist. “C'est bien.” He sighed, nuzzling into Leo's jacket. “C'est bien.”

Leo kissed his head. “Let's go, sweethearts.” He walked around the car to climb in the driver's side. “Dinner awaits us.”

“Make sure you eat up,” Finn said. Leo saw his smirk out of the corner of his eye as he backed the car up. “You'll need lots of energy starting at ten o'clock. Perfect end to a date, in my opinion. Perfect end to a day.”

Leo caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. Logan was looking back, eyes soft and lovingly exasperated in the way Finn could only make him.

 “Yeah,” Leo said, smiling. “Perfect end to a day.”

PLS I LOVE LEOS CURLS

Give me finnlo seeing Leo’s hair without product for the first time and it’s just all big and messy beautiful golden curls

give me leo with a ten step hair care routine

Give me finnlo having the whole process memorized

Give me leo getting so frustrated by rain cause his curls get all cute and frizzy

on a side note I really love your writing and how kind and consistent but also communicative you are with us! we appreciate you so deeply!

I also have curly hair, so I REALLY understand the frustration. Sometimes all you can do is throw it in a bun, I'm afraid.

Also, you're so sweet! I care about you all, too, and communication is important to me! It makes me so happy that you feel you're being heard. :)

Thank you for all the prompts! Making my way through them!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay, checklist,” Leo said, pushing his wet hair back from his face. He counted off on his fingers. “Chicken thighs. Zucchini. Got all the stuff for the sauce here at home, so there’s nothing to worry about there. Summer squash. Those nice sweet onions, those are good. Oh, shallots, too, actually, I’ll add those to the sauce, now that I think about it.”

Finn absentmindedly carded his fingers through Leo’s hair to help him rinse off his conditioner as he continued to babble. “That nice bread from the bakery, baby?” he suggested. 

“Oo, yes, good one, Finn.” Leo reached for their exfoliatoing pad and the soap bar. “But I’ll have to go after going to the grocery store. The bakery is in the other direction, and I want to get the chicken thighs marinating and in the fridge as soon as possible.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, reaching up to wash Leo’s back. “Are you sure you don’t want me to run to the bakery, mon coeur?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks, it’s okay. I’ll need your help here. Besides, they take a new batch out around one, so I’ll go to pick it up then, fresh, before we head to Finn’s parent’s place at three.”

Finn smiled. “You’ve got a whole schedule, don’t you?”

“I’ve gotta. I told your mom I’d make this dinner for her so she and your aunt could relax.”

“Yes, but are you relaxed, baby?”

“No, but that’s okay. I like to cook!”

“Okay.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Want me to help you with your hair?”

“No, thanks, honey. I’ll rewet it and do it before we leave. I’m gonna go, gotta arrive when the supermarket opens. I love you.” And with a kiss to each of their cheeks, he was out of the shower and rushing to put his clothes on.

Finn followed his body with his eyes until he couldn’t see him anymore before turning to look at Logan. He was finishing washing himself, also staring at where Leo had walked off to. Logan noticed him watching and smiled softly. “Bien?”

“Oo-ways,” Finn said, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist and kissing him briefly. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, just stressed.” He looked again towards the open bathroom door. “I think his hair is going to bother him later.”

“Mm.” Finn stepped back to open the shower door and grab their towels. “He doesn’t like it when it gets all crazy.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Me, too.” He handed Logan his towel with a grin. “You remember the first time we saw it unstyled?”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “He was so embarrassed.”

“Adorable, I think.”

Logan hummed in agreement and Finn bit his lip fondly at the memory. It was just after Logan had moved in and they had an away game. Leo normally didn’t wash his hair on the road so he didn’t have to bring his products with him, but after a particularly sweaty game and a dip in the hotel pool, he was wincing every time he looked in the mirror. It was safe to say his curls had dried into a gorgeous, golden mess. He’d been sheepish, but all Logan and Finn had wanted to do was tug each and every freshly-washed spiral. Since then, he had gotten less ashamed of just letting his hair go, but for fancy events, he still liked to have it shiny and defined and soft. Finn, for one, couldn’t say he hated it. 

“Fish,” Logan said as he was flipping through their drawers for a pair of boxers, snapping Finn out of the memory. “I make breakfast for when Le gets back, you iron our shirts?”

Ironing his boyfriends’ shirts while one of them made breakfast shirtless, awaiting the other’s arrival. If only college Finn could see him now. He grinned broadly. “Sounds good, baby.”

***

“Okay. Okay, okay, cool, chicken is marinated, zucchini and squash are roasted, we’ll just have to heat those up under the broiler at your mom’s so it gets crispy. Her oven has two rows, yes?”

“Yes, sunshine.”

“Good, good. Because I’ll need to cook the chicken through, then set it to broil to get the skin crispy, and that’s when I’ll put the veggies in, too. Salad dressing is prepared, fresh veggies are prepped and in boxes, yes, Lo?”

“Ouais, mon amour.”

“Good, good. Oh! And the pie’s in the carrier, yes, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, I put it in the fridge.”

“Awesome, we’ll have to remember the container of homemade whipped cream, remind me, please.” Leo turned away from the counter and clapped his hands. “Awesome.” He walked around to kiss their lips in bursts. “Thank you, thank you for helping, I love you.”

“Ouais, mon coeur,” Logan said, brushing his fingers over Leo’s hands that were cupping his face. “Love you, too.” 

“How about a nap, baby?” Finn suggested. “We went to the gym super early, and you didn’t sleep well last night. We’ve got time.”

But Leo shook his head. “No, I’ve gotta go to the bakery and be back in time to do my hair.”

Finn sighed. “Baby, a half hour? Please? We’ll sleep with you, I’ll rub your back.”

Leo considered. “What time is it?”

“Just before noon, sunshine. You’ll still have time to go to the bakery.” At Leo’s skeptical look, Finn put on his best puppy eyes and pout. “Please?”

Leo looked at him and took a deep breath. “Fine.”

“Le.”

“Sorry, sorry, honey.” He reached for Finn’s hand to draw him closer and pressed their foreheads together. “I’m sorry, Finn.”

Finn just kissed his cheek and took his hands. “Don’t be, baby, just come rest with us.”

He and Logan ushered Leo into their bedroom and under the covers. Logan crawled up Leo’s body to hover over him. “You want to be in the middle, soleil?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks. Too hot.”

“D’accord.” Logan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He reached across Leo’s chest for his phone on the night stand. “I’ll set a timer. Thirty minutes, ouais?”

Finn kissed his shoulder. “Yup. Thirty minutes, then we’ll go to the bakery.”

“No, no, it’s okay I can go-”

“Sunshine,” Finn laughed. “We’ve got nothing else to do, and we like going to the bakery with you. You’re all picky about the bread you choose, it’s cute.”

He heard Leo let out a breath. “Okay.” A pause. “I like going to the bakery with you, too.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He shifted in Finn’s arms to tuck Leo under his chin. Their legs were all tangled under the sheets. “Sleep, mon chou. We’ll see you in a half hour.”

***

Finn woke up feeling as though he’d slept a century. Logan was warm against his chest., and he’d rolled over to tuck his nose under Finn’s neck. Finn stretched his toes and arched his back. Logan, perhaps sensing his movements, let out a deep breath and blinked up slowly. “Salut.”

“Hi.” Finn arched his back and breathed out when it cracked. “Good nap?”

“Mm.”

“Good.” He lifted shook the blankets away too look at his watch, then jerked. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

“Quoi?”

“Shit, it’s almost two. Fuck.” He frantically looked beside him to wake Leo up, then realized that side of the bed was empty and cold. It was quiet, save for the spatter of rain that had apparently started up when they were sleeping. “Le’s not here.”

Logan, who’d sat up and away, stood to go poke his head out the door. “Soleil?” he called. When there was no answer, he walked to peek into the other rooms of their New York apartment. “Soleil?”

Finn flapped around for his phone, finding it buried under the blankets near his feet. In their group chat, there was a text from Leo from about forty-five minutes previous. Overslept. Ran to bakery, hopefully the good stuff isn’t gone.

Don’t worry if it isn't, sunshine, Finn wrote. We’ll figure something out.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before swinging to stand up and following Logan out the bedroom door. “Leo went to the bakery. He overslept.”

Logan bit his lip with a furrowed brow. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“He’s gonna arrive and be…”

“Yeah.” Finn opened his arms. “C’mere, ten.”

Logan sighed and pressed himself to Finn closely. “He doesn’t have to work so hard.”

“I know, baby, but he likes to cook. He was so happy in the kitchen this morning.” Finn carded Logan’s hair back to look him in the eye. “Le just wants it to be good.”

“Ouais. Je sais,” Logan whispered, resting his head back on Finn’s shoulder.

“Hm.” Finn kissed his forehead. “We can help him, though. All we have to do is load the cooler and change.”

“His hair.”

Finn winced. “Oh, yeah, shit, that’s gonna make him-”

But he was interrupted by keys scratching at the door and a soaked-through Leo tumbling through. He was clutching his waterproof backpack that Logan got him for Christmas closely. His rain jacket kept his torso dry, but water seemed to have dripped down his neck to his shirt neckline, and his pants and shoes were dripping onto the floor. The curls on his head were frizzy and fluffy, a little static. He was looking at them with wide eyes. “It just started pouring, but I’ve got the bread. And I bought some of those nice dips they have to go with it.” He kicked off his shoes and slid along their wooden floor to the counter. “Okay, we have to pack the cooler, and change, and-” Leo froze, hand going up to half-cover his mouth.

“Le?” Finn asked.

“Shit,” Leo said, softer, then more loudly, “Shit, shit, shit, my hair.” Before Logan or Finn could stop him, he was slipping once again towards the bathroom, catching himself on the doorframe to stumble in front of the mirror. He tugged at his curls roughly. “Oh my God, look, they’re a disaster! Oh fuck.”

“Leo,” Logan said carefully. “It’s okay, they’ll be fine, mon soleil.”

“No, because then tomorrow they’ll be tangled and they’ll just be worse until I wash them again. But I can’t wash them for a few days because it isn’t good for curly hair, and-” Leo let out a frustrated noise. “I can’t go to your mother’s looking like this, Finn, I just can’t do it.”

“Whoa,” Finn said. He walked into the bathroom and turned Leo by the shoulders to look more squarely at him and Logan. “First off, you always look good, so we don’t want to hear that sort of talk about the love of our lives, okay?” Leo looked like he wanted to retort, but instead bit the inside of his cheek. Finn brought his hands up to cup Leo’s neck. “And second, we know your curl routine baby, we’ve helped you do it a thousand times.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was taking a spray bottle and Leo’s products out from under the sink. “Sit, soleil, on the toilet. We’ll do your hair.”

Leo dutifully let Finn settle him down on the toilet seat, a furrow between his brows. Finn reached out to smooth it with his thumb. “Relax, Le, baby. We got you.”

Together, Finn and Logan started the routine they’d observed hundreds of times. Finn lifted Leo’s curls into sections as Logan wet them with a spray bottle. The thick strands became slippery when they added leave-in conditioner and curl cream, running through Finn’s fingers like gold silk. 

“Ça va, soleil?” Logan asked, reaching for Leo’s styling brush.

“Ouais,” Leo replied softly. “Feels good.”

Finn smiled at Logan over Leo’s head. “Good.”

Finn helped to hold Leo’s hair in sections as Logan ran the brush gently through, curling it like Leo had taught him. Then, they began winding each individual curl around their fingers in little spirals. They talked with each other as they worked, and Leo, at first silent and tense, began to relax his shoulders and smile. The first laugh that broke through made Finn warm. By Logan’s soft look at Leo’s face, he felt the same way. 

When they were finished, Logan stood in front of Leo with two containers and a questioning, but fond, look. “Mousse, gel, or both soleil?”

Leo tilted his head back and forth. “Both, please, to hold up against the rain. But light on the gel, please, or else it’ll be really weighed down.”

“D’accord.” Logan kissed his forehead and moved behind his body again. He scooped some gel into his hands then held them out to Finn. “Some water, please, rouge?”

“You got it.” Finn sprayed Logan’s hands, then watched as he rubbed them together and gently scrunched the gel into Leo’s locks. After a minute, Finn picked up the other bottle. “Mousse now?”

“Ouais, then we’ll scrunch it a bit.”

Leo let out a happy sound as Finn’s hands worked through his hair. “You’re both so cute for knowing my hair routine.”

“Of course we do, sunshine,” Finn said, tongue stuck through his teeth as he focused. Logan’s hands joined him in gently scrunching. “Gotta make sure our prince is perfect looking at all times.” They finished, and he leaned around to press wet kisses on Leo’s cheek. “Right?”

He could feel Leo smiling under his lips. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.” He kissed Leo’s jaw once more before straightening. “Now, what do we have to do to help get you ready?”

“Gotta pack the cooler. And diffuse my hair, because I don’t wanna go out with it wet.”

“I’ll go pack the cooler,” Logan said. He kissed Finn’s cheek, then Leo’s mouth while wiping his hands on a towel. “You’ll diffuse, rouge?”

“On it, babe.” Finn knelt to open the cabinet below the sink and pulled out Leo’s hair dryer and diffuser attachment, as well as his hair oil. He took the microfiber towel Logan had placed on the top of the toilet in his hand and straightened. “Ready, baby?”

“Uh-huh. You remember how to do it? Hover, then-”

“Then gently cup and dry it in sections, a little closer to the scalp. Don’t worry, babe, I got you. You just sit and look pretty, you’re very good at that.”

Leo shook his head fondly, and Finn smiled as he turned on the hair dryer. He squeezed out the initial wetness gently with the towel, then began to hover on medium heat, just like Leo had taught him. Leo was humming quietly to himself like he sometimes did when he was distracted. Finn didn’t think he realized he was doing it; it only happened when Leo was especially happy, so Finn just bit his lip to keep from laughing and making Leo sheepish. It had been a few minutes, so he switched the dryer to a high speed and brought it closer to Leo’s scalp.

“Let me know if I burn you, sunshine, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo said happily, then went back to humming. Finn shook his head fondly and cupped a curl cluster in his hands.

He loved this part. It was almost magical, watching as Leo’s curls turned from soaking wet and heavy to soft and fluffy, the blonde even brighter now after having spent so much time in the sun over the summer. The crunchiness of the mousse faded slightly as the hair dried, leaving behind smooth, defined ringlets. Finn wasn’t kidding when he said Leo was a prince.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, apart from Leo’s soft humming, Logan appeared in the doorway in khakis and a button-down T-shirt. His quad muscles were visible through the fabric, and Finn almost laughed at how abruptly Leo’s humming stopped when he caught sight of them. Logan noticed, too, and smiled delightedly as he came to stand between Leo’s legs and cup his jaw. “Almost done?”

“Yup,” Finn said. “Just finishing the last section. Grab the oil for me, Lo, baby? We can scrunch out the crunch.”

Leo snorted. “I can’t believe you.”

“I like the saying! It’s fun.” He shut off the hair dryer with a satisfied nod. “Alrighty, butter, just another minute.”

He and Logan squeeze some oil on their hands and set about scrunching out Leo’s curls. Finn could feel the crust from the gel and mousse fade away under his fingers, replaced by the soft curls he loved to caress, to lean his cheek on, to tug playfully. He did just that, gripping one ringlet between his pointer finger and thumb and pulling it gently, making Leo laugh.

“Okay,” Leo said, standing up and turning to face them. He bent down to give them each a kiss. “Thank you. I was really stressed.”

Finn snorted. “Yeah, you were, baby. Feel better?”

Leo nodded, running a hand through Finn’s hair. “Loads, thank you, sweetheart.” He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror and a huge smile broke over his face. “Oh. Would you look at that.”

Even though they were both looking directly at him, Logan and Finn turned to face the mirror, too. Leo was smiling at himself in the reflection, reaching a hand up to touch the curls that were towards the front of his head. Finn liked the way he was looking at himself, like he finally saw how good he looked. Logan and Finn had seen him deflated as he critically examined himself before- the acne on his chin and jaw, the fat he gained when he bulked the last summer, the way his brow furrowed after said bulk when he didn’t fit into his game-day suit anymore. Finn felt the sudden urge to make Leo feel how truly beautiful he was, how much they both absolutely adored every part of him.

“Gorgeous,” Finn whispered, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. The three of them in the mirror, standing close together, made his heart stutter. He caught Leo’s eye. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Leo’s smile turned sheepish. “Who?”

“Both of you.” He leaned across Leo’s body to smack at Logan’s thighs gently. “Seriosuly, who gave quads a right to look this good?”

Leo and Logan burst out laughing, Logan kissing the top of his head before pulling away to look up at Leo. “He’s right. You’re out of a fairytale.”

Leo grinned down at him. “Thanks, honey.” He kissed Logan briefly, then looked at himself in the mirror once more. “Okay. Wow, my hair looks really good, thank you.” He patted each of their hips before walking away. “Time to get dressed. Gotta get the car loaded.”

“Hey, wait,” Finn said, grabbing Leo’s hand and pulling him back to their bodies in one quick movement. Leo stumbled, but his smile was pleased. Finn placed firm kiss on his mouth. “We love you. We love you and your crazy, beautiful curls, okay? Even when they’re messy.” 

“I know.” Leo’s eyes were twinkly and bright. “I love you, too.” He pressed his lips to Finn’s, then to Logan’s, hard and happy. The soft moment settled over them before Leo clapped his hands. “Okay. Okay, you both look stunning, my curls are fantastic, and I’ve got a dinner to cook. Let’s go.”

Logan and Finn hung back for a moment. Finn felt Logan come up behind him and place his hands on his waist. “We did good, rouge.”

“So good.” He leaned back to kissed Logan’s cheek. “C’mon. We got a Disney prince waiting for us.” He licked his lips. “How mad do you think he’ll be if I mess those lovely curls of his up later?”

Logan laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad.” He tapped Finn’s hip. “Allez, let’s go. Soleil’s waiting.”

Finn just smiled, smitten, and tugged Logan out of the bathroom.

sorry to add another prompt to your probably really long list but I was wondering if you could write something based on a thought I had the other day:

So basically was just thinking about how Finn and Logan are best friends and know everything about each other probably and I just thought it would be cute to see them learning things that maybe they didn’t know about Leo maybe they learn that he is a super fan of something or that he played a different sport besides hockey in highschool (maybe soccer or baseball?) or they learn that he can sing or do something else crazy idk. Just a little something of them learning more about him because I know a lot of people think him being the newest in the relationship is something he should be insecure about but I actually think it’s really beautiful that he has two people who fall in love with him and immediately want to know everything about him:)))

I’m just realizing this is word vomit but I’ll send it anyway lol thank you so much!!!

This was an AMAZING excuse to finally bring to life this headcanon I have about Leo, oh my gooooooooooosh!!!!!!! I have this idea that his entire family is really good at team sports. Like, Finn is good at running, obvs, and Logan is a lifting champ, but for Leo, sports in general just come so naturally, kind of the same as Captain Sirius Black. Basketball, football, soccer, lacrosse, baseball- it doesn't matter, he picks it up super quick. I also think his parents are big sports fans, so he is as well!

So have the Knut family (and Adele Dumais) absolutely tearing it up on the diamond, and Finn and Logan trying with all their might to REAL IN their adoration and surprise (and maybe conceal the fact that they are hot and bothered by Leo's competence, too). ;)

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Okay, team,” Finn said. “Bring it in, let’s go.”

He wrapped an arm around Logan and Louis’s shoulders as they all huddled in a circle. It had been Coach’s idea, a family softball game to start the summer, fifteen and older all welcome on the field. It was a mix of parents, siblings, children and players. There were even some veteran players; Hope Lupin, Celeste Dumais, and Thomas’ mom, Chelsea, had dusted off their old softball gloves from college and were on the opposing team. Finn knew it was all for fun, but he was going to keep his eye on them anyways. 

“Okay,” he said, leaning his head in. “This is just for fun, remember that… but we also want to win.” He looked around the circle. “A lot of you have siblings, parents, partners, or children on the other team, but that doesn’t mean you go any easier on them, okay?” He looked at Louis and Pascal first, then at Eloise. “We are not letting Celeste and Adele beat us out, or Leo. Or my brother. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Ouais,” Sirius agreed. He had his focus face on. “Remus is going down.”

“Geez,” Natalie said. “Your love sure is loud, Captain.”

Sirius turned bright red. “If I lose I have to cook dinner for a week.”

“And there it is,” Natalie laughed. She turned to Kasey. “Should’ve made a bet with Alexander.”

Kasey snorted. “Absolutely not, he is way too competitive.” He nodded to Finn. “We’re all ready.”

“Okay, hands in!” They all slapped their hands in the middle of the circle. Finn nodded his head satisfactorily. “Team on three, one, two, three…”

“Team!”

Finn slapped Logan’s back and rested his other arm over Eloise’s shoulder. “How we feeling, team? Ready to kick some nutter butter butt?”

Eloise looked at him in amusement. “I wouldn’t underestimate him, honey.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” When she just shrugged and walked away, he turned to look at Logan frantically. “Lo, what did she mean?”

Logan ran a hand through Finn’s hair. “I’m sure it’s nothing, mon coeur. She just likes to mess with you.”

Finn nodded. “Right, right. Cool, okay, I’m good.”

Logan smiled and kissed his sweaty cheek. “Relax, rouge. It’s just a game.”

“A game that I am not losing. I’ve got my boyfriend and my brother on the other team. This is bragging rights on the line, Lo.”

“D’accord.” Logan soothed him with another kiss. “D’accord, baby, let’s go play.”

They were batting first, and Finn watched on bouncing toes as Pascal stepped up to the plate, eyes scanning the field. The outfield was composed of only hockey players- Alex, the tallest, at center; Remus in left field; Thomas in right. The infield was mostly people that actually played softball- Celeste at third, Chelsea at shortstop, Hope at second. Adele, who Pascal had said had a wicked vertical jump height was at first, eyes focused and narrowed at her father. Wyatt, almost as tall as his son, was laughing with Pascal at the plate, catcher’s uniform snuggly fitting his frame. Finn knew he’d be tricky. He played in an adult league, but so did Eloise, so Finn figured they were fairly evenly matched. On the mound, scanning the field with his devastatingly gorgeous blue eyes, stood the only non-softball player in the infield, who also happened to be Finn and Logan’s most beautiful muse and biggest competition. It was a curious choice, putting someone who didn’t play the game in as pitcher, but Finn sucked in a nervous breath anyways when Leo caught him staring and winked. 

“He’s just playing with you, Freckle.”

Finn turned to look at Natalie. “He’s up to something.”

She just sighed. “Let’s go, get your bat and warm up. You’re up next.”

Finn stood in the warm up box, idly swinging his bat between his hands. Layla blew her whistle, dressed in a black umpire uniform, and crouched behind Wyatt. Dumo raised his bat. He yelled something in French at Leo, who laughed before turning sideways and readying himself. Finn watched Wyatt make a motion with his hand, and his throat closed up. His eyes flicked to Leo, who just nodded before winding his arm back. Between one moment and the next, the ball had left his fingers in a perfect underhand and before Pascal could even blink it was flying straight over the plate and into the back of Wyatt’s glove. 

“Shit,” Finn said, eyes wide. “Oh fuck.”

“I told you honey,” Eloise said, patting his arm. “Don’t underestimate him.”

“Jesus Christ, Knut!” Thomas called from the outfield. “The fuck was that, you absolute beauty!”

Leo just smiled a little sheepishly and caught the ball his dad tossed him. Pascal was shaking himself out and readying for another pitch. He came close with his swing, but there was still the satisfying slap of the ball in Wyatt’s mitt. 

“Rouge.” Logan placed a hand on his lower back. “Rouge.”

Finn hung his head back with a groan and turned to face Logan. “We’re so screwed. Where the hell did he learn to pitch like that?”

Logan just looked at him. He had that determined expression on his face that he sometimes got when he was faced with genuine competition. He huffed out a breath and took Finn’s shirt in his hands and brought their faces close together. “Don’t let him scare you. You’ve got this, rouge.”

Finn tapped his helmet gently onto Logan’s head. “Got it, ten.”

There was another slapping sound and some whoops, and Pascal dejectedly walked back to the dugout. His face was amused, though. “Mon fil,” he said to Logan, slapping his back as he walked by. “That boy of yours can play.”

Logan just hung his head back with a huff. He smacked Finn’s butt and then gently shoved him toward the plate. “Allez, rouge.”

Finn would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous as he stepped up to the plate. Layla and Wyatt were laughing when he stepped up, and Layla looked at him with teasing eyes. “Looks like your lover boy has quite the arm.”

“Don’t fucking remind me.” He bounced a little and turned to Wyatt. “Where the hell did he learn to play like that?”

Wyatt laughed at him. “He played when he was little, but then he’d play in mine and Eloise’s league during the spring and summer when he could.” He looked fondly at his son. “He’s good, isn’t he?”

Finn narrowed his eyes. “Mhm.” 

He ignored Wyatt’s chuckle and set his feet, eyes on Leo on the pitcher’s mound. Leo was already looking back at him with mischievous blue eyes. Finn shook his head. He couldn’t get distracted. 

Leo’s expression turned serious before he hid his mouth and nose behind his glove. He nodded minutely, presumably at his father, before shifting. Finn took a deep breath and braced his shoulders.

The first pitch went right down the pipe, making a whistling sound as it passed by. Finn had been shocked when he saw the first pitch Pascal had taken, but it was nothing compared to actually being at the plate and experiencing it. Finn let out a surprised sound and stumbled back a bit.

“C’mon Harz!”

“Allez, Finn!”

He rolled out his shoulders and neck before stepping back up to the plate. This time, he timed his swing, and the ball bounced off his bat with a satisfying thwack! He dropped his bat and ran, but he was only halfway down the baseline before he watched the ball land efficiently in Adele’s glove on a throw from Chelsea, her foot sturdy on the plate. He groaned as he ran through. Adele just grinned at him and tossed the ball back to Leo. “Better luck next time, Finn.”

“Ha-ha.” He flicked her hat brim down before jogging back down the baseline. “Hey Knut! The fuck is up with that?”

Leo just played innocent and shrugged with a devious little smile. Finn hated that it made him look gorgeous.

Back at the dugout, Logan was waiting for him with his arms crossed and an intense look on his face. He winced when he saw Finn. “It’s all right, rouge.”

Finn huffed. “They’re all fucking all-stars or some shit. I thought this was supposed to be a fun game.”

Eloise laughed as she passed by, bat swinging in her hands. “Don’t take it so seriously, honey. You’ll be fine.” Then she was stepping up to the plate.

They cheered her on from the dugout, Sirius and Louis leading the charge and shaking the fence. They both had the same intense expression on their faces as Logan. It was clear they were all surprised by the advanced skills on the other team.

Finn and Logan stood close, shoulders touching as they watched Eloise tap her husband’s helmet playfully before sobering up, raising her bat. Leo smiled briefly before once again hiding his face with his mitt, blue eyes intense. The routine was the same: the settling of his feet, his arm winding up, the ball leaving his hands at an impressive speed, flying down the middle-

None of them were expecting the resounding crack of Eloise’s bat against the ball that sent it sailing over Leo’s head and into the outfield.

“Holy shit!” Finn yelled. He bounced up and down, cheering with the rest of their team. “Yeah, Eloise!”

She ran fast, clearing first and heading for second. Thomas had recovered the ball and threw it, landing it in Hope’s waiting glove just after Eloise’s foot touched the base. 

“Allez!” Sirius yelled. He was smiling gleefully now. “Double, Eloise, allez!”

“Holy shit,” Finn whispered to Logan. “Our in-laws are softball wizards or some shit.”

“Ouais,” Logan said back. He sighed and rolled his neck. “Allez, I’m up.”

Finn smacked his butt. “Go get ‘em.”

Logan ended up hitting a single into center field, Alex just mistiming the throw, and Adele caught it a second after Logan’s foot hit the base. He let out a shout and patted her head in celebration, and she just shoved him playfully, spewing what Finn assumed was some vulgar French trash talk, if the way her mother reprimanded her was anything to go by. She huffed, but threw the ball back to Leo. Finn scanned the field; Logan’s hit had advanced Eloise to third. They just needed one more hit and she’d be home.

“Okay,” Finn said. He patted Sirius’ shoulders as he went to step up to the plate. “Okay, Cap, you got this. No losing to Remus, remember?”

Sirius didn’t say anything, just nodded curtly. His gray eyes were focused and icy as he walked out. He raised his bat, expression unreadable.

Leo threw two perfect strikes, Sirius letting out a frustrated huff every time he swung and missed. The third pitch, however, landed right on his bat and the ball sailed overhead- and right into Remus’ glove.

“Oh, come on!”

Remus just laughed loudly at his husband as he and his team began to clear the field. “Gotcha, baby!”

Sirius gritted his teeth and turned back to the dugout. “Allez, we need to field well, let’s go.”

“Yikes,” Natalie said drily. “Captain Scary has made an appearance.”

Sirius just sucked his teeth and picked up his glove.

“Okay, listen up!” Kasey called. He read from his clipboard. “Nat, you’re pitching, Logan, you’re catch. Louis, you’re at short, Eloise at second. Cap, Dumo, Lyall, you’re all outfield. Cole’s at third, Finn’s at first.” He looked up at them all. “Everyone else, you’ll sit this inning out, and we’ll rotate you in the next one so everyone gets a turn.”

There was a shuffling of people putting their gloves on and light chatter, then they were jogging out onto the field to the cheers of some of their friends and family in the stands. Finn waved to his and Logan’s parents before taking his place on first base. It was close enough to the other dugout that he could hear them cheering, but he tried to focus in on the plate.

They warmed up with some throwing before Layla signaled it was time to get started. Noelle was up first, her long braids swishing against her back as she stepped up to the plate. She knocked her knuckles on Logan’s helmet and he looked up at her. Finn didn’t need to see his face to know he was scowling.

Natalie was a good pitcher. She threw straight, even if not as fast as Leo, and could throw a mean change-up. Noelle landed a pop hit into right field and took off running to cheers.

“Let’s fucking go, Christmas!” Thomas shouted. 

Finn watched as the ball landed just out of Sirius’ reach and he scrambled to pick it up. His throw was a bit wild, so Finn had to leave the base to catch it, allowing Noelle to just get there in time. She was breathing hard as she turned to Finn. “Nice try, Fish.” She tilted her head. “Hey, like our star pitcher?”

Finn narrowed his eyes. “I have no alliance with him in this game.”

“I don’t know, wait until you see him in those baseball pants.” Her eyes flashed to Thomas, who was whistling shrilly at her, and she smiled. “Nothing sexier than an ass in baseball pants.”

“Ugh, stop that. I’m trying to focus.”

She just pretended to zip her mouth shut and readied herself to run.

Natalie struck Remus out, much to Sirius’ delight, but Noelle did end up stealing second. Leo was up next, and he left the dugout to lots of cheering and whistling. He said something to Logan with a fond smile and a tap to his helmet, then steadied his bat above his shoulder. Finn really tried not to look at his ass in those pants, he really did, but it was a failed attempt, and he sucked in a breath as he looked away briefly. Noelle smirked at him, and he stuck his tongue out at her.

Leo took a ball and a strike, and after the second pitch he stepped out of the box to take a couple practice swings. He looked focused and determined when he stepped back in, eyes boring into Natalie’s from her place on the mound. She steadied herself and sent the ball flying in what Finn thought would be a perfect strike, but Leo timed it beautifully, and with a swing so fast it made a swooshing sound he sent the ball in a perfect arc to left field, just beyond Lyall’s reach but still within the outfield.

The next thing Finn knew, Leo was flying past him and rounding to second. Lyall had caught the ball and sent it to Pascal, who’d shifted to receive it, but it was no use. No sooner had Pascal turned to send it to Eloise at second then Leo was flying over that base, too, and hustling to third, Noelle sprinting to home plate. Cole slapped his glove in urgency, but caught the ball just after Leo arrived, jerking as he came to a halt to keep his foot on the base. He was breathing hard, but smiling. Noelle had cleared home easily, much to the obvious chagrin of her little brother, and was being picked up by a shouting Thomas and carried into the dugout, her head thrown back in a laugh. There were lots of cheers and back slaps for her, then Alex picked up his bat and made his way towards the box, but not before he cupped his hands around his mouth to shout at Finn. “How does it feel, little bro?”

Finn heard Logan’s frustrated grunt and narrowed his eyes at Alex’s smirk, but didn’t say anything. He couldn’t let himself go this early in the game- not, at least, if he wanted to win.

Alex ended up getting out on an impressive zinger from Eloise, who threw so hard it actually hurt Finn’s hand to catch the ball, even with his glove on. He laughed loudly in Alex’s face, but Alex just rolled his eyes. “Got blondie across home plate, though, didn’t I?”

Finn’s smile faded abruptly as he looked at the opposing dugout. Wyatt was shaking Leo’s shoulders excitedly as he made his way to sit down. Logan stood up and watched them, mask pulled up and away from his face. Finn saw him stare at Leo’s butt in his pants, then watched as he realized Finn caught him and blushed. Finn sighed. They were so fucked.

Chelsea was up next and walked. Wyatt was after her and bunted impressively, allowing Chelsea to advance, even if he got out. But Adele’s pop fly was caught easily by her father, and then they were changing out again. Finn met Logan at the entrance to the dugout. He was sweating in his catcher’s gear, shaking out his hair as he took off his helmet. Despite himself, Finn smiled and kissed his cheek. “You know, you are a very sexy catcher. Might have to make a career change.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but was grinning as he kissed Finn on the mouth. “Je t’aime.”

“Love you.” Finn took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Now, c’mon. We gotta focus if we want to beat the love of our lives, let’s go.”

Cole was up first and hit a double off of Leo’s second pitch. Louis then ran on a drop-third strike, but Wyatt sent it perfectly into Adele’s glove. Cole did end up at third, then crossed home on Kuny’s single, but Celeste snatched the ball out of the air with ease. With two outs, Kuny walking a bit dejectedly back to the dugout, Finn started to feel the pressure. Natalie hit a perfect single just out of Noelle’s reach in the outfield, though, which set them up with at least a man on base. Logan was up to hit after her, and Finn drew him close with an arm around his shoulders and touched their foreheads together. “I know he’s distracting, but you can’t let him get to you. He’s just your opponent out there.” He sighed. “A very sexy opponent, but an opponent nonetheless.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, d’accord, I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got this.”

“I’ve got this.”

Logan took a deep breath, then walked up to the plate, cheers following him from the dugout. He tapped his bat against his shoes and rolled out his shoulders, squaring up to face the mound. Leo winked at him.

“Fuck,” Finn muttered. “C’mon, baby, don’t get distracted.”

Leo’s first pitch went a little high, and Logan dutifully let it pass by as Layla called it a ball. 

“Okay.” Finn tapped his foot. “Good, baby, good, c’mon.”

Logan drew two balls, then swung and missed for his first strike. After the second strike and Logan’s frustrated huff, Finn began to chew the inside of his cheek.

“Full count,” Pascal said from beside him. “It’s fine, Logan does well under pressure.”

“This is high stakes, Dumo. Bragging rights.”

A snort. “Mon Dieu, you three are competitive.”

Finn watched as Leo took a steadying breath, centering himself before preparing for his next pitch. He sent it right down the middle, and Finn let out a shout as Logan cracked it off his bat. But the victory was short lived, because in an impossible leap, Leo stretched his long (gorgeous) arm out and dove, snatching the ball just before he fell to the ground. 

Logan let out a loud curse and went to pick up his bat, practically marching back to the dugout with a scowl. Finn met him and held his hands out to settle against his shoulders. “Whoa, hey, baby, it’s just a game.”

Logan walked past him and sat heavily on the bench, whipping his helmet off and thumping his head against the wall. When he looked at Finn, his face was frustrated and- flushed? 

“Fuck,” Logan said, before muttering rapidly in French. “The fuck is he doing, just looking like that? He just- I can’t- I’m trying to focus!”

Finn gaped for a minute, realization dawning over him, before he gasped delightedly. “Oh my God!”

Logan glared at him. “Rouge-”

“Oh my God, you’re turned on.” When Logan shushed him, he lowered his voice and went to stand between his legs and cup Logan’s blushing cheeks. “Oh, baby, you’re so turned on right now.” 

“Shut up.”

“Nuh-uh, no way.” He felt giddy and bent to look into Logan’s eyes. “Really? This is doing it for you?”

“Don’t pretend it’s not doing it for you, too!”

“Oh, I’m not.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Logan’s head and drew him in for a hug. “Okay, we’ll be fine. Just a few more innings, then we can go see him.”

“But then there’s team dinner-”

“Which we can leave early.”

“His parents.”

“They’d stay long after we would leave, anyways, you know how they are. Eloise dances until the sun comes up with my mom and the Walkers, and Wyatt chats with Dumo and Lyall for ages every time. At Christmas we had to drag them home.”

Logan just let out a groan into his chest. “I can’t do this.”

Finn stepped back and pulled Logan onto his feet. “Well, you’re gonna have to. Because sunshine can be sexy all he wants, but he’s not gonna win.”

Finn was, however, proven mistaken. Four and a half innings later and Thomas and James were dumping a cooler of ice water on Leo’s back as he crossed home plate, Natalie standing on the pitcher’s mound gaping at where the ball had flown over the fence. It had been a competitive game, the opposing team going into their final at-bat tied with the other team 6-6, and Finn’s team had been fielding fantastic, but it was apparently no match for six-feet-and-three-inches of pure muscle and skill. Leo’s walk-off homer had pushed Noelle and Adele across the plate, too, and Finn had known at that moment that they had absolutely lost. He sighed, squinting against the late afternoon sun, and watched as Leo laughed and was pulled into a hug by his father.

“I told you honey.” Eloise had come to stand beside him and placed a comforting hand on his back. “Don’t underestimate my Leo. He’s got quite a skill set.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “More like a super power.” He gave her a squeeze and smiled down at her. “Hey, you played great, too. That double play in the third was insane.”

She grinned, pleased. “Aw, thanks, honey. Lots of practice, me and Wyatt. You boys should come play the next time you’re down.”

“I’m sure we will.” He looked back at home plate to see Logan sigh heavily. “Yikes, better go comfort grumpy. I’ll be right back.”

She patted his back and went to go talk to Natalie on the pitcher’s mound, and Finn jogged over to home plate. When he got there, he smiled and wrapped a slightly dejected Logan up in a hug. “You played good, baby.”

“Merci. You, too.”

Finn kissed his cheek. “Just no match for our MLB All-Star, huh?”

“What’s that about me?”

Finn and Logan turned to find Leo grinning at them broadly, soaking hair pushed back to reveal his blue eyes in a way that did not help the flush Finn knew was tinting his ears. He looked Leo up and down. “Just wondering where in the hell you learned to pitch like that.”

Leo winked. “So I might have played a little in New Orleans.” His gaze turned soft and he approached them. “Good game. You guys played great.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, voice slightly hushed. He went to go play with the chain hanging down in between the open top buttons of Leo’s jersey. He then gripped the fabric in his fingers and dragged Leo down into a kiss. “Mon coeur.”

Leo looked confused for a second before his eyes lit up. “Oh my God.” He laughed quietly and cupped Logan’s hips. “Really?” When Logan nodded, the highs of his cheeks red, Leo smiled even wider. “Oh, honey. Look at you.”

“Leo.”

“Sh, sh.” Leo drew Logan in for a hug and placed his mouth by his ear, whispering just loud enough so Finn could hear, too. “Sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Logan let out a soft sound and settled into Leo’s body, Leo smiling at Finn over his shoulder. Finn bit his lip and came up behind Logan to give Leo a brief kiss. “What can we say? Your skills are irresistible, baby.” 

Leo made a happy sound and kissed Logan’s cheek before standing more upright. “Thank you.” He slung an arm around each of their shoulders, his body pleasantly cool from the ice water, and smiled brightly. “So, how fast are we leaving this team dinner?”

Finn laughed. “Oh, so fast. We’ll see if Lo even makes it there.”

Leo’s dimples deepened. “Well, we’ve got time. I’m sure we could find a shady spot in a parking lot on the way to Dumo’s.”

Finn perked up. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Logan looked up at Leo with raised eyebrows. “But we’re all sweaty.”

Leo just shrugged. “What can I say, you both looked good out there. Finn holds a baseball very gracefully.” He bent to nuzzle Logan’s cheek. “And those baseball pants do wonders for you, baby.”

Logan blinked slowly, lips slightly parted. “Huh.”

Leo kissed his mouth twice in a burst, then patted each of their backs before walking towards his dugout. “Let’s go, clean-up time. I also gotta find my mama, that double play was awesome.”

“Yeah!” Finn called after him. “When were you gonna tell us you’re all a bunch of prodigies?”

Leo just turned, dropped a devastating wink, and went to help organize the dugout.

Finn let out a sigh and turned to Logan. “Damn. He just gets sexier every day, doesn’t he?”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. He looped his arms around Finn’s neck. “I like still learning stuff about him.” 

Finn smiled and kissed him. “Yeah, me, too. Like still learning stuff about both of you.” He patted Logan’s butt. “Like how you look really good in these pants. Le, too.”

Logan’s eyes were fond as he tugged Finn’s hair. “Allez, let’s clean up and go find our families. I’m sure Noelle and Alex are looking for us.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “Ugh. Losers.”

“Non, rouge, us.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He bent to wrap his arms around the backs of Logan’s thighs to lift him up with a grunt, grinning at Logan’s loud laugh. “Let’s go, ten, then we get sunshine time.”

“And you time.”

“And you time.” Finn bit at the skin of Logan’s waist that was closest to his mouth, his shirt having ridden up a bit against Finn’s body. “Mm, you’re tasty.”

“Rouge.”

Finn just laughed, feeling light and in love, and carried him into the dugout. 

ooo these fics😩🫶🏼 can you do one with Harvard era finnlo? Angsty and also cutie, as all Harvard finnlo fics must be haha

Look, look, LOOK, I CAN'T just write pure angst, okay? So...... I didn't. However, there IS angst, I pinky swear.

Also, I am SO SORRY this prompt took me so long to answer! I've had a lot of asks recently, so I've been writing up a storm in the spare moments I can. I might post more frequently over the coming days just to clear out my inbox and so y'all don't have to wait too much longer. :)

Character credits to @lumosinlove

Logan woke up with a deep inhale, blinking hard in the early morning gray light. He looked around- the table in front of him had textbooks piled on it and scribbled notes. Shit, he thought. He’d fallen asleep.

Come to think of it, he realized, he had fallen asleep on something. He felt a soft sweatshirt under his cheek and a warm chest against his shoulder, a solid thigh touching his own. He breathed in through his nose and inhaled the familiar scent. Finn. 

Logan felt almost guilty, turning his head to try and look at him. Soft, freckled skin filled his vision. Finn had one freckle right on his lip, pale brown against rosy pink. His mouth was parted, breathing softly, and Logan, involuntarily, tilted into it. He wondered what would happen if he just-

The front door clicked open and closed. Logan paused abruptly, tilting his head and listening. He gently eased his head off of Finn’s shoulder, guiding Finn back to lean against the couch cushions, before standing up and rubbing his face. 

Percy came into the living room, Silver on his heels. He was giving her treats to keep her quiet. He stopped when he saw Logan. “Oh, you’re awake,” he whispered.

Logan nodded blearily. “Ouais. Ouais, I’m awake.”

“Fall asleep studying?”

“Ouais.”

“Must have been real tired. You didn’t move when I took Silver out. Got a picture, too.”

Alarm bells went of in Logan’s brain at the same time as warmth filled his chest. “What?”

But Percy was distracted heading to the kitchen to give an increasingly impatient Silver her breakfast. “Yeah, I’ll send it to you. Now where the fuck-” There was some opening of cabinets and then a sigh. “Shit, Silver, girl. Forgot to get your food. Guess you’ll be getting eggs and chicken for breakfast, huh?” 

Silver tippy-tapped happily at the word ‘chicken’. She wagged her tail when Logan came to scratch behind her ears. “Salut, petite.” Logan glanced once more towards the couch where he could see the top of Finn’s bright red hair. Not for the first time, he imagined what it’d be like to run his fingers through it to coax him into waking up. He bit his lip hard and turned towards the counter. “I’m going to make coffee. Want some?”

“Fucking please, this silly girl got me up at four thirty.” Percy knelt down to let Silver lick all over his face. “Yes you did, you silly, silly girl!”

Logan sneaked one more peak at the top of Finn’s head, then measured out the coffee grounds.

***

Logan blinked awake to a dark living room, save for the little sliver of moonlight shining through the open window. He and Finn must have fallen asleep and left it open. He took a deep breath in the cool evening air and shivered. 

Finn’s head was heavy against his shoulder, slumped awkwardly from his place beside him on the couch. Their evening had been filled with restless waiting for Leo to get back from his day out with Cole and Regulus. Finally, after a sternly loving text from Leo telling them to make themselves busy and stop sending what started out as dirty messages, but then turned into pleas for him to come home and snuggle, Logan and Finn had sat down determined to sufficiently distract themselves until the arrival of their sunshine. Finn had picked up his latest romance novel, letting out a gasp every now and then, while Logan had taken to drawing in one of the adult coloring books Leo had gotten him for Valentine’s Day. Based on said book still open in his lap, he’d been working on a geometrically-designed frog before he and Finn had fallen asleep. 

Logan shifted slightly to work out a kink in his neck. His movement made Finn’s head start to fall further, and Logan quickly wrapped his arms around his shoulders to hold him comfortably. His weight was dead in Logan’s arms, but warm, and Logan took a moment to appreciate his features: soft, wavy hair pushed back from his face; his beautiful jaw that Logan loved to trace with his thumb; that freckle on his lip that younger Logan, in a similar predicament, had at one point wanted to kiss so badly he thought he would go insane. He could do so now, and he leaned down to press his lips gently to that spot, light as a feather. Finn didn’t even stir. Logan loved the weight of him in his arms. 

Suddenly, the apartment door opened and closed quietly. Logan sighed softly as keys clinked in the bowl by the door. He turned his head to gaze at Leo, who was trying to sneakily take off his shoes and jacket. When Leo looked up at him, he smiled. Hi, he mouthed. Logan bit his lip and jerked his head.

Leo padded over, standing in front of them with his arms crossed against the chilly wind. He leaned down to kiss Logan quickly at first, before Logan cupped the back of his head and reeled him in for more. Leo smiled against his mouth. “Brr,” he whispered.

Logan laughed breathily. “Ouais.”

Leo pressed his lips quickly to Logan’s forehead before going to close the window. When he came back, he knelt against the plush carpet of their living room and moved the coloring book onto the coffee table. He took Logan’s hand. “Good day?” he whispered.

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Missed you.”

Leo’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m aware.”

Logan bit his lip around his flushing face. “Désolé.”

Leo just kissed the back of his fingers and used his other hand to push Finn’s hair back from his forehead. His eyes looked icy in the moonlight, but not cold. Never cold. “Harzy, sweetheart. Let’s get ready for bed, honey.”

Finn let out a soft noise before breathing deeply. Logan watched as his eyes blinked open slowly, like a deer, and as he smiled. “Le.”

Leo laughed. “Hi, baby.”

Finn let out another noise, extending an arm to pull Leo up and into him. He rested his face in the crook of Leo’s neck and pressed a kiss to the golden skin. “Missed you.”

Leo pressed his smile into Finn’s hair. “Missed you, too.” When they pulled away, he gave Finn a quick kiss before leaning back on his heels. “Did you eat dinner?”

Finn and Logan looked guiltily at each other before Finn buried his face to hide in Logan’s chest. “No,” he said, voice muffled by the fabric.

Logan pulled him tighter against him before reaching out with one hand to play with Leo’s curls. “We were waiting for you to get back.”

Leo looked unimpressed and amused. “For me to cook for you?”

“Non, because we missed you. We forgot to eat.” He pinched Leo’s cheek. “We can cook egg sandwiches, you taught us.”

Leo licked his lips and rolled his eyes fondly. “I did.” He stood. “But you haven’t eaten still, I’ll make you some sandwiches. Then we can go to bed.”

“Non,” Logan said. He grabbed onto Leo’s shirt and tugged. “Non, Le, sit, I’ll do it. Come be Fish’s pillow.”

“Yes, please come be Fish’s pillow.”

Leo considered this for a second. He sighed. “If you’re sure.”

“Of course, Le, you don’t have to feed us all the time. Sit, mon amour.”

“Le, come cuddle.”

Finn’s pout made Leo laugh. “Okay, okay, I’ll come cuddle.”

Logan kissed Finn’s cheek and stood, making room for Leo on the couch. He guided Leo by the hips to sit down, Finn immediately flopping onto Leo’s chest with a grunt. Leo smiled up at Logan as he ran a hair through Finn’s hair. “Thank you.”

“Ouais, mon coeur.” Logan kissed him. “Relax for me, d’accord? I’ll be back soon.”

Logan took a moment, to look at Finn and Leo, brown and blue eyes gazing up at him lovingly. A part of him that he knew would never be silenced tugged sharply at his chest. He’d almost not let himself have this, he thought, this beautiful, blissful life. He let out a soft noise and kissed each of their foreheads. “I love you.”

“Love you,” they repeated back to him soflty, Finn settling himself further against Leo’s chest. They each let out a sigh and closed their eyes.

Logan ran a palm against each of their cheeks briefly before standing and going to the kitchen. He heard Leo and Finn talking to each other softly behind him as he cracked eggs in a bowl and put some sourdough in the toaster. A laugh from Leo made him turn his head briefly. He saw the side profile of Leo’s smile, the shifting of Finn’s head that meant he was talking a mile a minute. Logan almost got choked up. He turned back to the butter that was heating up in the pan. Better focus and get the sandwiches made. The sooner they were done, the sooner he would be back in their arms. He smiled and poured the eggs in.

would love something about one of the cubs being insecure about something and getting comforted by the others!! your writing is so so good, i’m obsessed w everything u post

You ask, I answer! A lot of us have tiger stripes- mine are actually what inspired Leo's! They are absolutely gorgeous on y'all who have them. <3

Enjoy some nutter butter lovin'! I still love receiving your prompts! I've got a bunch of stuff written and to be posted, so please keep sending your ideas. I feel very grateful that you trust me with your lovely thoughts!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo took a look at himself in the bathroom mirror, leaning with his hands against the sink. He noticed the flex of his arms, his shoulders, his back and chest. The decision to do a summer bulk had done him good, in terms of gaining muscle. He felt stronger, he looked stronger. But eating in a surplus every day could only be healthy for so long, and it had come with other bodily changes that he hadn't anticipated- some which he wasn't very fond of, either.

He sighed, leaning back to rest against the wall on the other side of the room. His stomach was certainly softer, his abs still poking through, but not as defined. Finn absolutely loved it.

I love your tummy, baby, he had said. Can feel how strong you are underneath, ugh. You drive me crazy. 

That had made Leo blush the first time. Finn had just dug his teeth into the flesh of his stomach, leaving a mass of hickeys behind.

Logan, on the other hand, really loved Leo's back. He ran his hands up and down it every chance he got, clung to it when they were in bed together. Leo had had to put lotion on his back multiple times this summer to heal scratches from Logan's nails. Often, too, Logan would request Leo would walk around shirtless in the kitchen when he was chopping, and would sit on a stool and watch.

Allez, Le, shirt off, he would say. It's my favorite show, allez.

Leo would shake his head fondly, but he always complied.

For all the wonderful things bulking had done for his physical performance, he hadn't, however, considered the negative side effects. Pulling up his boxer shorts, he considered the expanse of his inner thighs.

They had appeared a couple of weeks ago, small and purple against his skin. Now, though, they were longer, more defined, and had increased in number. They felt uncomfortable when he ran his fingers over them, as if they were sensitive. 

He hadn't let Finn or Logan get too close to his inner thighs in a while. When they had tried, he'd simply flipped them over and gone down on them instead, or claimed he didn't want to be on the receiving end that night, even if his body was shaking with arousal that indicated the contrary. And immediately after, he always, always put his boxers back on. His boys hadn't said anything, but he knew they noticed. He also knew he could only hold out for so long.

“Le, baby!” Finn's voice called from their bedroom. “You coming to bed?”

“Coming, sweetheart!”

Leo took one last look at his thighs and sighed, letting go of his boxers and making his way to their bedroom. Finn was propped up against some pillows, laughing at something Logan, who was on his stomach with his chin on Finn's chest, had said. They both turned when Leo came up, Logan rolling over and spreading his arm out with a smile. “Ici, soleil.”

Leo walked around the bed and tucked himself on Logan's other side. He leaned in for a kiss. “Hi, honey.”

Logan hummed and drew Leo closer. “Ça va? Fish and I were just talking about going to the Hamptons house for a couple days before I have to leave for training camp.”

Leo nodded. “Sounds good.” He threw a leg over Logan's hips, and Finn's hand moved to stroke his calf. “Maybe I can hire a guide and go sea fishing.”

“You can do whatever you want, sunshine,” Finn said. He winked. “I like watching you fish. Very sexy.”

That drew a laugh out of Leo. “Fishing? Really? That's what gets you going?"

Finn shrugged. “Duh. Backwards hat, tan skin, your arm muscles flexing when you catch a big one.” He crawled over Logan to hover over Leo and bit his bicep. “Especially now that you're bigger. Sexy as fuck.”

Leo bit his lip and pushed Finn's hair back. “You're a weird one, O'Hara.”

“He's right,” Logan said. He also bit Leo, but this time where his shoulder and back muscles met near his neck. “Your back looks sexy when you fish.”

“You think my back looks sexy all the time.”

“Ouais, it does.” Logan nudged Leo's jaw to kiss at his neck. “The sexiest back.”

Leo made a soft noise, leaning into it. Finn took that as a cue to kiss him on the mouth, his hands immediately going to caress his stomach. Leo felt heavy against their mattress, one hand wrapped around Logan's bicep, the other cupping Finn's jaw. Both his boys could kiss filthily when they wanted, well practiced in taking him apart with their mouths as quickly as possible. He gasped for air when Finn broke their kiss and began to kiss down his body. Logan turned his jaw to kiss him as Finn ran his lips down Leo's heaving chest and stomach. Leo was lost, unaware of anything, until Finn reached the band of his underwear, hands coming to wrap around his legs, hands working their way towards his thighs-

Leo sat up abruptly, sucking in a breath and unsettling Finn and Logan from their places against his body. He pushed to sit up against the pillows in a sudden movement. Logan looked a bit taken aback; Finn looked mildly frustrated. Their expressions made Leo sink back into himself.

“Sorry,” he whispered, eyes going to where his hands were fiddling in his lap. “Sorry.”

“Okay, Leonardo,” Finn said. He gripped Leo's chin between two fingers to look at him directly. His eyebrows were raised. “What's going on?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek.

“Soleil,” Logan whispered. He tugged on Leo’s arm gently, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “What's wrong, mon amour?”

Leo just chewed his cheek, eyes darting around the room.

“Baby.” Finn's voice was gentle, but firm. “Baby, look at me.” He kissed Leo gently. “We don’t have to do anything, alright. Just tell us what's wrong.”

Leo thumped his head back against the headboard. “I'm so sorry. It's- it's so stupid.”

“Non, non, it's not, Le.” Logan brushed some curls back from his face. Seemingly without knowing it, his hand dropped to Leo's inner thigh. Leo jerked away again; Logan looked really freaked out this time. “Leo.”

“Okay, this isn't working,” Finn said. He took Leo's hands in his own. “How about I tell you what's going on in my head, okay nutter butter? Is that okay?”

Leo nodded, resting into the fingers Logan was scratching into his scalp. “Mm hm.”

“Okay,” Finn began. “To me, it feels like you haven't let us touch you in ages.”

Leo raised his eyebrows at him. “You know that's not true.”

He could tell Finn was frustrated, but Finn didn't comment on his snark. “No, not the way we like to, baby. You- you won't let us… you won't let us have you, baby.” He sighed, watching as Logan kissed Leo's temple gently. His eyes were a bit sad when they met Leo's again. “Which is fine, that's totally fine, we will never do anything you don't want. I just…” Finn's ears were red now. “We know you like it, Le.” He brushed their noses together. “We know your body inside and out. We know what you like.” His breath was hot against Leo's cheek, and Leo's eyes fluttered closed at Finn's words. “We know when you've been denying yourself, sweetheart.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. “And you won't let us touch your thighs, mon coeur.” He sighed a little dreamily. “Mon endroit préféré. One of my favorite places to be, chérie.”

“Please tell us what's wrong, Le,” Finn pleaded. “Please, baby.”

Leo took a shaky breath, sitting himself up. “You can't laugh. Or- or judge, okay?”

Their brows furrowed, but they both nodded. Slowly, carefully, Leo grasped the edge of his boxers and pulled them up. The lines were now exposed, bumpy where the tip of his pointer finger brushed his skin. He flinched slightly, but steeled himself, watching as confusion washed over Finn and Logan's faces.

Finn clucked his tongue. “All I'm seeing are my favorite pair of legs.”

“What about Lo's?”

Finn scoffed. “I can have two favorite pairs of legs, that's how this relationship works. I get two of everything, that's the whole point.” His eyes dropped back to Leo's thighs. “I still, however, have yet to find anything wrong with this particular pair. Seriously, Leo, what's wrong?”

Logan, however, leaned in, touching Leo's knuckles where they were curled against the fabric of his underwear. He looked up at Leo with wide green eyes and full, parted lips. “Soleil. Are you talking about these?”

Leo chewed his lip and nodded.

Finn bent to look where his fingers were brushing. He jerked his head back, confused. “Stretch marks? That's what you're worried about?”

“Don't say it like that-”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, Le, baby.” Finn ran his hands up Leo's sides. “Well, it's just- loads of us have them.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed. “Rouge has them on his shoulders. And I've…” He turned bright red. “Well, I've got them…”

Finn's smile was sharp with his teeth. “On your ass. I'm very familiar with those.” He reached around to pat Logan's butt firmly. “But seriously, Le, it's okay. You're gorgeous always, sunshine, stretch marks are nothing.”

“They just show how strong you are,” Logan said, kissing along Leo's neck. “All for us.”

Leo took a deep breath. “Right, but yours aren't like mine. Yours are… white, faded. Mine are…” He scoffed through his nose, eyes a little warm. “They're purple. And they feel weird. And I don't- I don't feel sexy with them.”

“Woah.” Finn held a hand up. “Hold the fucking phone. No talking about our favorite body like that.”

Logan tugged his hair to draw him into a filthy kiss. “You're so sexy, mon coeur.” He was breathing shakily, as if his own words were too much for him. “So fucking sexy.”

Leo groaned, eyes falling closed. “Lo.”

“Sh, soleil,” Logan hushed. “Can I touch?”

Leo opened his eyes, running a finger down Logan's cheek as Logan brought his hand down to rest on his inner thigh. His thumb stroked slowly as his lips rested against Leo's forehead. Leo felt his body shaking with the closeness.

“Fuck,” Finn breathed. “Leo, can I?”

Leo let out a small sound from the back of his throat as he nodded. Finn brought his hand down, too, palm cupping over every single mark. Their hands on him felt like a deliverance of some sort, or a relief. He watched apprehensively as they continued to caress his skin, not looking for anything more; just touching.

“Oh,” Finn said. He sounded worked up, throat tight. “Baby, can I?”

“What?” Leo asked.

“Just- I have to-’ Finn let out a huff, then flopped down in between Leo's legs, looping his hands underneath and around his thighs. He rested his chin just above Leo's boxer band. His eyes were brown and yearning. “Please. Please, baby, please.”

“Okay,” Leo whispered. “Yes, okay.”

Immediately, Finn ducked his chin to suck at the soft skin of Leo's inner thigh, his tongue brushing over each mark as he went. Logan and Leo both were mesmerized watching him, until Logan scooted himself down to lay by Finn's side. Without removing his mouth, Finn shifted over. Both of his boys looking up at him had Leo still, incapable of moving even if he wanted.

“Soleil,” Logan said lowly. “Je le veux. Please?”

Leo nodded and threaded his hands in both their hair. He felt weighed down against the pillows, their mouths warm and wet against the marks. He felt a scrape of Finn's teeth, Logan's hand coming up to push down against his chest. Tears pricked at the edge of his vision with the intimacy. Their mouths were growing a bit frantic against his skin, and Finn actually pulled away for a second to drag his body further down the bed, Leo falling suddenly against their mattress and pillows. He let out a gasp, which made Logan groan, the vibrations running acutely up Leo's thighs. Finn and Logan both slowed their kisses until they were just soft, close-mouthed pecks. Leo sighed, gazing up at the ceiling. 

“Ça va?” Logan asked. He pushed himself to hover over Leo's body, kissing him firmly on the mouth. 

Leo hummed into his mouth, pulling him down to his body. Logan nestled his face into Leo’s neck where it belonged. “Ça va.”

“Oui, baguette,” Finn contributed, shifting to lay by Leo's side. His palm was still rubbing Leo's inner thigh. “Feel good, baby?”

“Feel good.” Leo touched their temples together. “Thank you.”

“You already know we're happy to do that anytime, sunshine.” Finn jerked his head. “But you should take a look at your thighs. Yikes.”

Leo laughed, getting his elbows under him to push himself and Logan into a sitting position. Logan shifted to look, too. He blinked hard. “Mon Dieu.” He looked, alarmed, at Finn. “Did we do that?”

Finn kissed his cheek sloppily. “Sure did. Had a blast, too.” He turned to Leo. “Whatcha think, Le?”

Leo peered around Logan’s body to take a closer look. To anyone else, the marks would seem, admittedly, obscene, dark purple hickeys with teeth marks filling in the gaps between his stretch marks. But they just made Leo smile. “Not too bad.”

Finn scoffed. “‘Not too bad.’ I'll have you know I sucked the life out of your blood vessels.”

Logan winced. “Rouge, non.”

Finn cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He crawled over to kneel up beside Logan, who met his challenging gaze. Finn bent to get at his neck. “I have it on good authority that you like it when I suck the life out of your blood vessels.”

“He's right, honey,” Leo whispered. He also jutted his chin out to place his lips on Logan's neck. “You can't resist a little suction.”

Finn pulled off with a wet sound to laugh, body shaking hard. Leo settled against the pillows once more, satisfied, as Logan's smile filled his vision. Logan huffed, but wiggled himself down to hide his face in Leo’s neck once more. 

Finn's laughter settled, and he came to rest beside Leo once more, hand playing with his curls. “Le, baby, seriously. I don't want you to think that anything could be embarrassing about your body.” He kissed Leo's forehead. “We think you're so sexy no matter what, okay? We love you so much.”

“Ouais,” Logan said from his place under Leo's jaw. “We love you, mon coeur.” He bit at Leo's shoulder. “You're sexy always.”

That made Finn's eyes flash briefly before his gaze softened again. He brushed his thumb over Leo's lip. “Do you want to…?”

Leo shook his head. “Not tonight. Too tired.” He closed his eyes with a sigh. “I feel floaty.” 

Logan snorted against his skin. “D'accord. But you'll let us? Because we want you.”

Leo dipped his nose into Logan's hair and looked up to Finn. “Tomorrow? We could take a picnic dinner to that hill just outside the city. Make out under the sunset.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “And then?”

Leo blushed. “You know what then.”

Finn looked giddy. “I do.” He threw a leg over their bodies and snuggled right in. “Yay. Yay, let's go to sleep. So we can wake up sooner.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. “Ouais.” He let out a warm snuffle against Leo's neck. “Je t'aime.”

Leo relaxed back into the pillows, the places where his boys had left marks aching in a good way against his skin. He smiled and pressed a kiss to each of their heads. They were warm against him, almost too warm, but he would never want to be further than this from them. “Love you. Love you, love you, love you.”

Hii!! If you'd wanna write something about Leo being a bit younger than Finn and Logan that would be lovely! Maybe him being slightly insecure about it and FinnLo reassuring him, or maybe he misses his mama and needs some extra hugs, or perhaps Finn and Logan have to teach him something about adulthood, like paying bills or smth. Whatever you feel like really! No pressure though 🥰

Have a lovely day!!

Personally, I feel like Leo was pretty ready for a lot of adult stuff, like paying rent and cooking for himself and taxes. I headcanon Wyatt as working as an accountant or in finance and actually LOVING IT, he's a total math and numbers nerd (if you were wondering, Eloise works at a nonprofit and volunteers at a women's shelter and you can fight me on that). So I feel like Mama and Papa Knut prepared Leo really well for the real world. HOWEVER, it's hard on ANYONE to move away from home, especially if you're lucky enough to come from a loving one or are from a place you love to go back to, like Leo.

Hence, have some sweet little nutter butter needing a pick-me-up from his boyfs who couldn't even chop a carrot properly before they met him (it's okay, they've learned, and they help Leo prep and can make a few good recipes)!

All credits to @lumosinlove

P.S. I just got back from a LONG hike, so I am going to curl up with a blanket and bang out some of these prompts staring at me in my inbox. Thank you for being so patient, and please keep sending me your ideas! XOXO

Leo liked hanging out with Regulus’ college friends. They were funny and charming, and didn't seem to have any idea about anything related to hockey, which suited him just fine. They were a bit artsy, kind of like the friends he wished he'd had when he was in high school. 

It was another end of year party, after Regulus’ sophomore year, and Leo was talking to Amanda about her French essay.

“It was kind of cool,” she was saying. “Looking at the demographics of different dialects and where they came from. But there's almost nothing out there on Cajun French, at least not that I could find.”

Leo laughed. “I could've been your textbook.”

She smiled. “Should've thought of that.” She shrugged. “But I found enough sources to justify the length of my section on that dialect, so it's all right, I guess.”

He nodded, trying to still listen, but he caught sight of Finn and Logan across the way. Finn had a hand low on Logan's back as he mixed them both drinks, and Logan had turned to talk to him, smiling with his lips against Finn's jaw. Logan had grown his hair out again, the curls less frizzy now that he actually took care of it. Finn was running his long, nimble fingers through the dark locks, and Leo could just imagine the feeling.

“I've never asked,” Amanda said. “You didn't go to college, did you? Not even for a little bit?”

Leo turned to her, brow furrowed. “No, why?”

She nodded her head from side to side. “Just trying to put the pieces together.” She considered her next words. “They were already in the NHL when you met, right?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “They met at Harvard, then Finn got drafted to the Lions, then Logan, then about- three? No, a two years later, I came along, right out of high school.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “How old were you when you got together?”

Leo suddenly straightened. “Uh, nineteen.” He looked at her shocked face. “What?”

Amanda shook her head rapidly. “Nothing, nothing. It's just- does it bother you?”

Leo was confused. “That they knew each other beforehand? No, I actually like learn-”

“No,” Amanda laughed, then sobered. “No, the fact that they're a bit older than you.”

Leo just looked at her. “Uh, no? I don't think I've ever thought of it as a bad thing.”

“But they were, like, out of college for a few years when you met. You would've just been starting.” She looked at him apprehensively. “And that doesn't- I don't know, it doesn't make you think?”

“About what?”

Amanda seemed a bit lost for words. “About- about whether they're… you know, it.”

Leo was taken aback. “It? Of course they are, I love them.”

She sighed. “I'm not trying to, like, make you insecure or criticize.” She shrugged. “I was in a relationship when I was in middle school, all the way up until halfway through this year. I thought he was ‘it’, too. I guess I'm…”

“You're what?”

She looked him right in the eye. “I'm curious.”

“Curious?”

“About what it's like to know- like, really know- that you've found the loves of your life when you're so young.”

Leo looked at her carefully. “I think- I think for us it works. And for some people it doesn't.” He bit his lip. “It's also different for us. Logan and Finn were always destined for each other, even if they were a disaster at Harvard. But if I wasn't really it, if they didn't love me completely and wholly, they wouldn't have been with anyone else but each other.”

“And that doesn't bother you?”

To Amanda’s obvious surprise, Leo smiled. “No. No, I think it's romantic.”

“Oh.” She looked down. “I'm sorry.”

Leo patted her arm. “Don't be. It- it's okay to have questions.” 

He looked up to where Finn and Logan were talking with Regulus, who got approached by someone else. He excused himself, leaving the other two by themselves.  

Leo turned back to Amanda, gesturing with his thumb. “I think I'm- I'm gonna just…”

“Yeah,” she said with a small smile. 

“I hope you did well on your French essay.”

Her cheeks flushed, pleased. “Thanks, Leo. I'll see you later.”

“See you.”

Leo wandered over to where his boyfriends were, seemingly bickering quietly underneath a string of lights. He came up behind them and rested his hands on Logan's hips. Logan turned up to him with a smile. “Soleil,” he said happily. He turned into Leo's arms and leaned up for a kiss. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais. What are we talking about?”

Finn snorted. “Which M&M flavor is best. I said pretzel.”

“Non, the caramel ones.”

“Those aren't even that good, they're just pure sugar.”

Logan huffed, then tugged Leo's forearm gently. “Allez, Le,” he said. “Which one's better?”

“Personally,” he said, bending his neck down to be closer to them. “I prefer the peanut ones.”

Their answering smiles warmed him from his head to his toes.

***

Later, when they were all cuddled up in bed, cooling down in a late-night afterglow, Amanda's words kept nagging slightly at Leo’s brain.

“Guys,” he said from his place on Logan’s chest. “I have a question.”

Finn, walking over from where he threw the cloths in the laundry hamper, came to flop on his stomach beside them, his chin resting on Leo’s hip bone. “What is it, my peanut M&M?”

Leo snuggled closer into Logan's warm skin. “Does it ever… I don't know, like, bother you that I'm younger?”

Finn looked taken aback. “What? No- I mean-” He suddenly looked defensive  “Did someone say something?”

Leo pressed his nose into Logan's chest. “At the party today. Amanda asked if I was sure about you guys, because we met when I was so young.”

Logan shifted underneath him. “Quoi? Sure?”

Leo carded a hand through Finn's hair. “Like, if I was sure you guys are forever for me. If I am sure.”

“You are forever.”

Leo smiled at the grumpy, possessive tone that Logan sometimes got. “That's what I told her. I told her that, if I wasn't, then you two wouldn't have wanted anyone else but each other.”

Finn kissed his palm. “But we do want you.”

“You've made that very clear,” Leo laughed. “And I know that the two of you, or me with just one of you, would never compare to the three of us.” He brought his foot to rest on Finn's lower back. “But I do think about it. The fact that I'm a little younger.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “You're more of an adult than we are.”

“Hey.” Finn flicked Logan's leg. “Speak for yourself.”

Logan wrapped Leo up tighter. “You were way more mature at nineteen than I was when I was nineteen.”

Finn nodded solemnly. “That's true. Nutty, you're way ahead of your years.”

“Thanks, I think?” Leo smiled. “But sometimes- I don't know, sometimes I don't feel like that.”

“What do you mean, mon coeur?” 

Leo shrugged. “I feel like- I don't know, sometimes I really miss home. New Orleans. Like, it's still home to me, but Gryff is home to me, and you're home to me, so I feel home in all these places. I just can't let go of New Orleans yet, and sometimes…” He pressed into their hands. “I really, really love you, but sometimes I feel like I need a hug from my mama.”

Finn smiled at him, carding a hand through his hair. “That's not because you're younger. That's just because you're so sweet.”

Leo felt sheepish, turning his smile into Logan's chest.

Finn cooed. “Aw, our little sunshine's embarrassed.”

Logan laughed, leaning his head down over Leo to press wet kisses to his forehead and cheeks. “Ouais, mon soleil, you're just the sweetest.”

“Guys,” Leo said, but he felt warm. “Stop that.”

“Non, non, never.” Logan settled further against the pillows, bringing Leo with him and cradling his head with his hand. “Toujours, soleil.”

Finn shifted further up the bed, laying down beside them with a leg thrown over their bodies. “Do you ever feel insecure about it, baby?”

Leo considered this for a second. “I guess… sometimes I wonder what people think. Because you were in your mid-twenties when I was nineteen and we got together.”

Logan groaned. “No we were not.”

“Way to call us old, peanut.”

Leo kissed Logan's chest. “I'm just sayin’- a lot of people would think that's weird. But as we've gotten older, it seems less weird.”

Finn smacked his hip lightly. “Will you quit it with the age thing?”

“I'm sorry, honey. C'mere.” He pulled Finn in for a kiss. “Better?”

Finn nodded satisfactorily. “Very much, yes.”

“Allez, where's mine?”

Logan was looking at them both expectantly. Leo rolled over a bit to hover over him, leaning down to brush their lips together. When they pulled apart, Logan didn't even open his eyes, just turned his face toward Finn, jutting his chin out.

“You needy thing,” Finn said, but complied. Their lips made a soft breaking sound as they pulled apart. “Needy baby boy.”

“Mm, ici.” Logan pulled Leo down to rest on him again and tangled his ankles with Finn's. “Ouais. We sleep like this.”

Finn brushed his hair back from his face. “Needy thing.” He looked to Leo. “Sweet thing.”

Leo snorted. “I thought that was Logan.”

Finn shook his head. “It's both of you. I'm a lucky guy.”

Leo nudged their noses together. “That you are.” He breathed deeply and settled once again on Logan’s chest. The skin was warm, like a heater, lulling his eyes into closing. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

“Love you,” Finn sighed. “My sweetest things.” He stroked a hand up and down Leo's ribs. “Your age doesn't matter, baby. You could be two years younger, or two years older, or ten years older, and we'd still love you.”

Leo scrunched his nose. “Ten years older?”

“Mm,” Finn said, biting Leo's jaw. “Sexy silver fox.”

Leo pushed his face away with a laugh. “Ew, no, that's so gross.”  When Finn leaned in to suck at his jaw again, licking at the skin, Leo made a protesting noise. “Finn.”

Logan patted Leo's butt. “I love how you are in this life, peanut. Exactly like this.”

That made Finn perk up. “Do you think we're together in every life?”

“Yes,” Leo answered immediately. He tilted his chin up to look between the two of them. “I don't want to love anyone else but the two of you.”

“Non, me neither,” Logan grunted. He wiggled a bit, wrapping his legs around Leo's calves. “Don't like that thought.”

Finn snorted. “You're a grumpy and possessive baby now.” He tucked his face into Logan's neck. “But you're both mine in every lifetime. No take-backs.”

“No,” Leo smiled. He could feel Logan's breathing evening out below his cheek. “No take-backs. Good night, sweethearts.”

“Good night, nutter butter.”

Logan just made a soft sighing noise, but he pulled Leo closer. Leo smiled, taking one last chance to look at how their skin shone in the moonlight, how their lips parted around their breathing, before closing his own eyes. He could get used to this in every lifetime.